I haven’t written a blog in ages. In fact, it’s been a year since I last sat down to reflect on our exciting homeschooling journey. There’s so much I want to share, but honestly, I wasn’t sure where to start. The longer I waited, the more daunting the task felt.
But here we are—starting.
Life as a parent is busy. As homeschooling parents with four kids, both working from home, life is busy in a different way. Sometimes I sit and take it all in—the chaos, the noise, the sweet moments—and think, I’ll remember all of this. Every cute and funny thing they say, every beautiful moment we share. But the truth is, I won’t. Memories fade, even the most precious ones. And that thought feels so bittersweet.
So I want to start writing things down—capturing the funny things they say, the little moments, and the memories we create. It’s a gift to myself and a legacy for my boys. Of course, I can’t capture everything, and that’s okay. Some moments are meant to be enjoyed in the moment. But this is our beautiful, chaotic life, and it’s worth remembering. Crumbs under my feet, toddlers climbing the stairs with a three-minute timer, dry porridge on the floor—it’s messy, but it’s ours, and it’s filled with love.
We have four boys, ranging from 11 years old to 3 months. It’s a handful, sure, but what an incredible blessing—four healthy, vibrant boys.
Each of them is so unique. One of them is routine-driven: up at the same time every day, reading in bed before heading down for breakfast. His favorite breakfast? Porridge—any kind, really—oat, rice, even rye bread. Another is our night owl. He stays up late, sleeps in, and loves starting his day slowly with coffee (yes, coffee!) and music. Speaking of coffee, let me introduce our toddler. He’s our little “lay-in” guy too—serve him porridge and coffee (well, pretend coffee), and he’s happy. He idolises his big brothers, who make sure he’s part of their gang. They even serve him breakfast while I try to open my haven’t-slept-all-night eyes.
This is one of the gifts of homeschooling: we’re all together, all the time. Different ages and personalities, but somehow it works. Age matters less in this setup, and the bond between them grows stronger every day. That’s the beautiful chaos I’m talking about.
People often ask me: How do you manage to have your kids at home all the time? How do you teach them and work? Isn’t it overwhelming? Are you ever alone?
I get it. It’s hard sometimes. I’m rarely alone, and yes, it’s often quite full on. I couldn’t do this alone, and my sweet and amazing husband is right beside me, surveying all the chaos (and sometimes contributing). That’s why I stay up late—I crave those quiet moments with my husband, even if it means less sleep. And just as I drift off, baby Mars wakes up. It’s exhausting, but someone once told me, This time goes by so fast. Enjoy it, even when it’s hard. That’s what I’m trying to do.
Homeschooling isn’t easy, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes think conventional school would be simpler. But I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. I know my kids better now—for better and worse—and that’s a gift I treasure.
My boys are all so wonderfully unique, each with their own quirks and personalities that keep life interesting. They’re curious, creative, and full of energy, each contributing something special to the rhythm of our days. Sometimes their enthusiasm is so intense it’s hard to keep up, and other times their confidence and creativity leave me in awe. Of course, we have our challenging moments—testing boundaries is practically a rite of passage—but those are balanced by the sweetness, humor, and pure joy they bring to our lives. It’s a beautiful, messy blend of chaos and love, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Here are a few toddler talking gems:
- Flanket (instead of blanket)
- Munga (banana)
- Pukka (chocolate)
- Podger (porridge)
- And he adds an extra three “f”s to the word lifffing-room for no good reason at all.
These little moments are the ones I never want to forget.
This post is for me—a way to hold onto these fleeting days. It’s also for my boys, so one day they can see how much thought and effort their “annoying” parents put into making this life beautiful. It’s messy, loud, and exhausting, but it’s ours, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Love you 😘