Many times, people ask me why I homeschool. On many days, I answer with an honest, “I have no idea!” There are days when I regret the decision. (I promised to be honest on this blog, remember?) There are days when I feel “trapped” by my decision to homescool. Since my kids have always been homeschooled, I don’t feel like I can easily put them in school. We tried that once. It didn’t go very well. It resulted in one big kid refusing to get out of the car and a little one covered in eczema from the stress of school.
I don’t think homeschool moms are always honest. We all paint a pretty picture. On Facebook, we post photos of the science project our kids just finished. We just omit the part that it took them 3 1/2 years and many screaming battles to finish it. It is rare to hear a homeschool mom admit that she wishes her kids went to school, but here’s the truth: I sometimes wish my kids went to school. I sometimes wish I had followed the “normal” path of starting them in kindergarten and sending them whether they liked it or not. I sometimes wish I had my days (and my house) to myself during the school year. I sometimes wish schooling my kids was someone else’s job.
Here’s the rest of that truth: I wouldn’t trade what I have with my kids for anything.
My kids aren’t always on grade level. We struggle to get “real” sit-down school done. Math does not happen every single day without fail, and I can’t remember the last time we finished a science project. My kids fight me tooth and nail when it comes to school, so I have to save up energy just to fight the battle of getting it done. I still wouldn’t change it.
Maybe I’m just a masochist, but I like having my kids home with me. I like not having to follow a school schedule, and I like the flexibility of our days. I like the fact that if we want to just go to the beach, we can. (We never do, but we can….)
My kids may not be able to solve a problem using the Pythagorean Theorem, but they can make good, logical decisions. They are well rounded, and they can carry on a conversation with anyone who is any age from 1 to 100. They will look you in the eye when they speak to you, and they’d better be respectful. My kids know how to find the answers when they need them. (It’s this great thing called the internet.) They aren’t perfect, but I know what they are doing and learning during the day. I know their friends and usually even their friends’ mothers. I know that my kids are safe and secure, and I know that, during the day, they feel loved. That piece of mind is more precious to me than all the book learning in the world.
My kids may not know every history fact that other kids their age know, but that’s okay. The other kids won’t remember it after the test next Friday. Do you remember the date of the Battle of Gettysburg? If you do, you either work at the Gettysburg Museum, or you really, really love history. Either way, you most likely did not learn that information from a text book but from a real life experience. I rest my case.
Call me crazy. Call me weird. Call me when supper is ready. Just don't call me average.
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