Sunday mornings at our house tend to start out slow. And one of our favorite ways to start the day is to make breakfast together, or set up a recipe so Raegan can bake independently while I sit back and relax with a cup of tea. This week we decided to put our ripened bananas to good use!
In today’s world, it’s so easy to get caught up in technology and high pace life styles, leaving behind the basic beauty of Mother Nature. And this is true for all ages! When was the last time you stopped and listened to the birds? Gathered wild flowers? Admired an unfamiliar insect or plant? Or actually stopped to smell the roses? There is something about good ole’ fresh air that perks the body up and naturally makes you feel more alive and healthy. My fondest memories of childhood come from all the time that we spent outside. My brothers and I made crowns of dandelions, we raced our scooters and bikes up and down our street too many times to even count, we collected lightening bugs on warm summer nights, and we went sledding in our PJ’s on the first snow fall of the season…just to name a few. Now, imagine if our children were deprived of these experiences and how this would be reflected through their education, behavior and overall sense of being.
I am a small town girl who grew up not knowing that there were any alternative types of education. Montessori?! What is that? Like some super religious school for hippies and weirdos? Wrong Sam. Definitely wrong. However, I’m still fairly certain that half of my family and friends think I am one of those hippy weirdos – but hopefully they will find their way to this post!
Anywho…back to the question. What is Montessori?!?! Only weirdos send their children to Montessori school, right? WRONG.
Being a mom is an unpredictable roller coaster of events and emotions. It is the most challenging, joyful, exhausting, rewarding, and life-changing job you can possibly have. In one day, we can go from locking ourselves in a bathroom to get a moment to ourselves, to staying up late holding your baby just because you don’t want to put him down.
As a mom, we do the impossible. We get pooped on. We get yogurt speared on our pant legs and don’t even notice. We deal with melt downs in the middle of the grocery store. We make meals, fold laundry, sing the ABCs, pick Cheerios off the floor, and change diapers all day long. We forget to take time for ourselves. We wear leggings every day. We live on 6 hours (or less) of sleep per night…WE ARE SUPERHEROES!