Hello there! You’ve found my little cozy place on the web.  I’m Esther. A Jesus lover. Wife to my best friend. Momma of 7 blessings. Heartstrings tugged; by all things simple and sweet. You’ll find me blogging about homemaking, marriage, parenting, adoption, homeschooling, sustainable & natural living.

A life journal, so to speak. I don’t claim to have it all figured out, and I certainly don’t have it all together, but I know The One who does! My frayed edges are being shaped and re-formed on a daily basis. I hope my very flawed writings; will only point you ever closer to the one who so graciously makes hearts whole, and fills them with an everlasting joy. I just desperately pray that I won’t obscure the breathtaking view. I’m honored you’re here.

deafeating “homeschool burnout” | part 2

In Defeating Homeschool Burnout Part 1, we looked at 12 ways to help better DEFEAT the ugly burn that is caused by what I call “Homeschool Burnout”. We’re going to jump right in, and look at 11 more ways to help any of us finding ourselves trying to overcome the sting.

deafeating “homeschool burnout” | part 1

Homeschool Burnout: [ hōm′sko͞ol bern´out ] emotional and physical exhaustion resulting from a combination of exposure to environmental and internal stressors that involve teaching (one’s children) at home, while simultaneously keeping house, washing mountain loads of laundry, cooking dinner, wiping noses, carrying a baby on a hip, keeping a toddler entertained and being a good helper to a husband. In addition to signs of exhaustion, this type of burn exhibits an increasingly negative attitude toward the choice to homeschool in the first place, low self-esteem, and personal devaluation, second guessing, and threats of putting kids on a bus, is often associated with homeschool burnout.
Homeschool Burnout always finds us at the most inconvenient of times.

heart dissasembled

I have been breathing borrowed air.
I am no longer who I use to be.
I struggle daily to love like Jesus.
Daily I ask, why did we choose this?
The pain of losing, yet gaining, plays with my soul.
Moment by moment I feel the real struggle; die to self.
My heart has been invaded with the faces of children, who aren’t mine – who haven’t been claimed, by anyone.
We’re asked”why?” “Why would you do this?”
One minute, my heart bursts with exuberant joy.
The next, my heart breaks into millions of pieces, as tears invade my face.
It’s true, my heart has been, disassembled.

crack a window please

I actually blog more, than it appears on your screen. Sometimes I tuck my thoughts and words away for awhile, or just never publish them at all. You see, I’m never sure if I should share something publically or not. And in this case, it was written during a really challenging down time. A couple months of real, raw struggle and pain. I don’t want people to have pity on my struggles, yet I don’t want to hide them – because too often people only see the rosy side of things, and let me tell you — it’s not all sunshine and roses over here. Promise. 😉


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