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A few years ago I came across Brave Writer. I bookmarked the website and forgot all about it. I tell you, the hardest parts of homeschooling are, one: to remember all of the wonderful resources and two: to choose which is best. Choosing homeschooling methods and curricula can send you spiraling out of control. Stay on task, though, because when you need just the right resource for your child (or yourself), you will find it. Look in the forgotten bookmarks.

With the help of Brave Writer and a little lot of persistence I am making language arts not just an umbrella of subjects to be studied, but also a part of our quotidian. This isn’t an easy task. The TV, iPad, and a plethora of other “more interesting” things to do are constantly trying to rain on my parade. But I don’t surrender easily to inanimate peer pressure. Especially since what I have implemented so far has positively affected my English language learning. So this is really about me now. And If it ain’t Pride & Prejudice, Little Women, The Sound of Music and The Voice (teaches them perseverance) ain’t nobody watching it.

One the rituals we started is our Friday afternoon tea and poetry. Reading poetry isn’t something that comes naturally to me. I’ve spent years avoiding poetry in English because I thought I was obligated to understand something. What’s the pleasure in understanding Endymion? I can’t be so sure John Keats understood what he wrote. Nevertheless reading it is like music to my ears and food for my soul. A thing of beauty really is a joy for ever. So for our tea and poetry time no one is required to understand a thing. We just drink tea, read, and eat sugar. Win, win, win.
Sometimes we bake from scratch, other times we ride our bikes to the local French bakery for their delicious goodies (pictured). The importance isn’t in what we share food wise, but that we intentionally stop our day and give life to those words on the pages. And maybe have a laugh or too reading Shel Silverstein’s whacky poetry.


At the beginning of this school year we made some pom pom bookmarks. We kept a few and gave mostly away to our neighbors and friends. This was an easy and fun project for the girls to do on their own. We use a Clover Pom Pom Maker and instead of clipping the trying strings short we kept them long enough to mark a book page. It’s that simple! Hope you enjoy making these with your littles.




©©©NathalieBearden.comIt feels like forever since I last stopped here. Lord have mercy on my soul, I had to use the “forgot your password” link to retrieve my password. Anyway, now that I made my way here, I hope to dust this place up and make it a cozy space again. Tea anyone?

Let’s see, since my last stop a lot has happened. Most of you who visit me here also visit me on Instagram, so you know what I have been up to. But if you haven’t been keeping up, here’s a recap: This year I decided to take my oldest daughter out of public school and educate her at home. Shocking, I know. Homeschooling was a topic in and out of my heart for a long time. Actually, since before she started kindergarten and she’s in third grade now. Gosh, I had so many stereotypes to overcome. I mean, who wants to raise weird kids. My only resort to sort through this mess in my head was prayer. I prayed about it until the cows came home and what do you know, not a sing bush burned to tell me what to do. God works in his many ways, yes he does and he would not let this desire go away. Trust me, I tried to extinguish the fire many a times.

This past summer though was the tipping point for me. I came to realize how much I desired this adventure. We had a hard summer, my husband was traveling for most of it, but in a way it was also beautiful. We trimmed down our activities to the bare minimum and in the plentiful free time, we thrived. Yes, I’ve read the research and I listened to the TED talks. Boredom is essential and we were bored. The good thing about a good dose of “I am bored” is that soon the old gets reinvented and becomes new again. My girls played together more often and longer, we enjoyed simple pleasures that would not have been possible with a full schedule, and the more time I had, the more I thought of what homeschooling would look like for us. So, when I could no longer put it off, I asked my daughter if she would like to learn at home. She said yes and here we are, full of sunshine, rainbows and butterflies. Utopia.

Not really, our beginning was shaky, to say the least. In the first few weeks I regretted my choice and I could see my eight year old regretted having said yes. Exhaustion set in, not from the work, but from the worry. I worried intensely about what we were doing. Even against my better judgement, I spent too much time reading the school district’s third grade scope and sequence. Comparison was ruling my game and I found myself in a slump. As Dr. Seuss said “When you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.”

The weeks progressed and one fine day I decided enough with the worrying and comparing. This isn’t public school at home, it is home school. I know, I know, I have every available Charlotte Mason book, either written by her or written about her, I’ve read them all. What I had to develop wasn’t more education knowledge, it was faith. That Charlotte, she knew us too well. In little time we began finding our groove and the things that bothered us started to fade away. Those magical rails Ms. Mason talks about soon become very real if we keep at it. No we haven’t worked out all of our kinks (mostly mine) and I assume, we never will. For once we work on one kink we find another one a day later. Welcome to the school of real life.

We are ten weeks into it and I am overjoyed that we are still here and thriving. It isn’t perfect, but it is real and we feel it. The changes we have made are shaping our relationships and attitudes. It is refreshing. I’ve seen my girls grow closer, creative play take flight, and me grow into the person I want to be. The feeling of taking on a challenge, for better or worse, surpasses the anxiety of not doing what I was meant to do.

Our journey has just begun and the road ahead is full of forks and bumps. I have no idea how long it will last or where it will lead. The unknown is just a feeling any parent has to grow accustomed to, most especially those taking their children’s education in their own hands. Although the weeks have been short I’ve learned a few things. A routine is important a schedule is not. You guys, I had our plans down to the minutes. Now I Laugh about it. A feeling is important, how much stuff you cover is not. Teach the basics (3 R’s) and slowly add the rest. Slow and steady, someone said, wins the race. If you don’t get it today, you get it tomorrow, or the day after. Quality trumps quantity. The heart is more important than a wooden attitude because you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink it. Cut the comparison crap out. Your school looks like your school and yours only. Shape it how you want. Isn’t it why we do this anyway?

Now, let me finish this already too long recap with the biggest news. In case you missed it, come May 2016 we will welcome another little one…because…three wasn’t hard enough. I am destined to look like an Edvard Munch painting for the rest of my life. This last baby will determine whether my husband is a girl maker or not. Maybe, just maybe, this time we’ve got XY in this oven.©©©©©


  • November 12, 2015 - 4:24 pm

    Alicia de Alva - Nathalie, all your words are beautiful. I’m glad I read you, you touched my heart. 😊. And congratulations on the great news!!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼ReplyCancel

    • November 24, 2015 - 5:22 am

      nathaliebearden - Thank you for reading my post Alicia!! Your comment made my day!ReplyCancel

  • November 19, 2015 - 7:36 pm

    Karen Davis - Lady… your heart… I adore it. I’m SO happy you’ve been back in the “blogging” bit of life… I’ve always followed along, and have adored your journey. I’m SO excited for you.ReplyCancel

    • November 24, 2015 - 5:21 am

      nathaliebearden - Thank you for your sweet words Karen!! It has been such a fun and trying journey. I am trying to post more often. It always gets put on the back burner and forgotten, so hard to be intentional about it.ReplyCancel

Last year at Quilt Market, my friend Annelies introduced me to Andrea over at Birch Fabrics. We chatted a while at their booth  and I got the chance to check out their quilting weight cotton solids line, immediate love. All of Birch fabrics are organic and as far as I know, the only organic quilting/sewing fabric line there is. These solid colors have the perfect hues and I feel like they have an earthy quality to them. Just the right softness too.


Andrea sent me this bundle of solids and I will turn it into a quilt. I started cutting into several of the colors and I have a good feeling about where this going. For this project I decided to hand cut all of it. I ditched the rotary cutter a couple of projects ago and I have never felt more free. Maybe this is the case of organic fabrics calling for organic methods. More of it soon.

Which might be a year from now. That baby girl has got me trained.

Or maybe I will finish before I can pick pears from my tree. Look at this. Blooms are everywhere. Oh I love Spring, pollen and all!


It was somewhat a last minute trip. The oldest daughter was on Spring break and we just had to get out of town. A little history field trip never hurt anyone, I thought. So we headed to San Antonio. Lots of things to do and see there, on my list: the Alamo, the missions, el mercado, and the Riverwalk. Typical touristy stuff. Prior to the trip we went to the library and checked out a few history books about the area, you know, to make this a real learning experience. The kids were especially giddy about the hotel. I picked a very charming one, see picture below.

It all started as a jolly little road trip. Let’s take the more scenic route, announced the husband. Let’s stop and eat in Round Top, announced the wife. We can’t wait to get to San Antonio, announced the girls. Off we went, 3 hours later we arrived at our hotel, kicked up our feet for a few minutes then headed to the Riverwalk. We had planned to visit El Mercado on Thursday and the Alamo and missions on Friday. As all perfect plans go…

©nathaliebearden.comA stomach virus decided to rain on my darn parade. OMIGOSH!! My middle child left half of her stomach’s contents at el Mercado and half on the Riverwalk on the way back to the hotel. We never saw The Alamo, or the missions. Turned out that the beautiful eclectic hotel was a nightmare, for every time we had to take a child to the restroom to puke, the creaking floor boards made the baby wake up, so she pretty much screamed all night. It was so tragic we could only laugh. Took us 6 hours to drive back home the next day with two more kids puking in tow. My car became a mobile Petri dish. I am not even sure how we made it back home, but boy I am glad I am here to tell the story. Our next road trip is scheduled for Spring break 2025.