Reality Bites

I have been told by many people over the years that my kids need a dose of reality. I have usually just laughed and carried on with the conversation. Eventually it gets steered in a different direction and no one is offended. But today I got to thinking, while washing lettuce for supper, that there is no such thing as a definitive “reality”.

Think about it. I am not talking about Quantum Physics here. I always put sugar and milk in my tea.


A few of my friends homeschool, like me, but most of my friends do not. In many ways, I have much more in common with my non-homeschooling friends than I do with the homeschooling ones. I have been a missionary, artist, singer, musician, song-writer, performer, poet, therapist, student and various other interesting things, but most of my friends have a more level playing field, if you will, and don't feel the need to be so gypsy-like in their endevours.
What got me curious, though, was the word reality, in and of itself.
I decided to look it up in the dictionary:

Reality: Property of being real; resemblance to original; real existence, what is real, what underlies appearances, existent thing; real nature of

Not sure what aspect of my life, in particular, is outside of real existence or doesn't resemble the original. Seems to me I am being pretty true to myself. Another reason we are choosing to go back to homeschooling in the fall. I think part of the incongruence lies in the fact that what I feel most comfortable with and most compelled to undertake isn't standard reality.

maybe I should have called this post Reality Can Bite Me