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There is something magical about having a blog. Like the diaries and journals that many of us had in childhood, there is something intensely cathartic about the reflection involved in writing about specific situations and life in general. Better yet, as we get older, we find that in reaching out online we connect with others.
Then, it hits you…other people (other than your Mom) are reading what you write and are connecting with it. Your blog grows slowly, but it grows! Soon, you have people waiting to see what you will share next.
Eventually, life happens and you aren’t able to focus as completely on your blog, you want (need) to take a vacation, you face an emergency or you just get busy. Your blog suffers and readership growth grinds to a halt. It happens to the best of us.
As a homeschooling mama, my long range view is ever toward my children’s futures. I want to make decisions to allow my sons to utilize their potential and achieve their goals and dreams. But, as the years creep closer to the day when I will no longer be my children’s primary educator, I am faced with deciding what avenues of later education I should encourage my son’s to pursue (knowing all the while that the ultimate decision is really not mine).
The choices were easier in centuries past. Poorer families could continue on with subsistence farming on their Lord’s property or perhaps be lucky enough to be sold into an apprenticeship to learn a trade. There were no wages during the time of apprenticeship, but a solid career awaited at the end of training. Richer families became scientists, poets, or just rich hangers on at various Courts. They could also manage their lands and go hunting, perhaps taking some of the poorer subsistence farmers along as guides for the day. There were no middle classes to speak of.
It would have been much easier to choose a path in those days, but the options were (especially for the poorer families) somewhat grim. Now, we have a plethora of options available to our youth, but we tend to only recognize one, the four year college education.
Summer of 1984 was a busy time for our family. My parents, John and Judy Purdy, had purchased land about an hour outside of Atlanta, and were breaking ground on their dream home. I had just finished my Junior year in high school and we were making our big transition over the summer.