Today's guest post comes from Breezy, an 18-year old near-homeschool graduate from Indiana who enjoys drawing, painting and illustrating, music, studying History, writing and reading, and looks forward to someday sharing the joy of catching tadpoles with her children. You can visit her blog "A Bowl of Moss and Pebbles" here. She also has an etsy shop where you find her lovely artwork.
With my homeschool graduation fast approaching, Mom has been making a scrapbook of my life thus far. Returning to memory via hundreds of pictures, we can't help but reminisce over the many events, and not-so-eventful days, what God has taught us, and where we're still headed. So poignant and real they've become, I'll try to give you a glimpse.
If I could paint a picture of all the memories, you would see a conglomeration of romps through tall grass and woods, and determination while creating backyard forts and hand-sewn dolls. There's a furrowed brow over sharps and flats, and soiled but maturing hands reaching to caress the pets of all kinds. The combining of baking soda and peroxide sparked my interest in the mysteries of nature, and I was enthralled with the world of calligraphy.
Good books were constantly read aloud to me and my sister. We heard of brave maidens and pioneer women throughout history, and I longed to one day join the ranks of trial and victory. While listening and dreaming, I drew plans for underground tunnels to save refugees, lists of provisions for the Oregon trail, and careful drawings of the white gown I would wear the day I would begin a new journey with my knight in shining armor. I also remember family devotions around the Bible when Dad would read to us adventures and truth and reveal its Wisdom.
The canvas is deep and textured. But were these "activities" necessary? Was that really an equivalent education to the public schools? I did have book work, read plenty on my own, and yes, there were tests I took (and still have to take). But I have learned that education isn't how much you can cram into your brain before a test. It is knowing how to learn and loving that knowledge that is the truly valuable education.
Looking back over my shoulder, I see an abundantly blessed life and I am thankful beyond words for the life God called my family to live. I don't draw secret gondolas for escaping down the Venice Canal anymore, but I have been trained to think "multigenerationally" for my children's sakes. Will I be ready to safely guide them to scripture as my parents have with me? By the grace of God, yes, and on the memorable foundation laid by my Daddy and Momma.