As we are winding down our first-ever homeschooled school year, I think it’s only natural for me to look back and see how it all began. Once upon a time (and not that long ago), Andy and I were staunch supporters of sending our kids to public school. As Christians, we really felt that it was important that our kids be “out there” in the real world, being a light for Jesus as much as possible. We had dear friends who had been homeschooling their daughter, and while it was obviously going wonderfully for them, I just couldn’t see myself taking on the responsibility of teaching my children myself. I mean, what if I screwed it up?
Sending Abigail to school was really a no-brainer at the time. She needed it. When people would ask if I was sending her to school, my answer was oh, yeah. She was my strong-willed girl. She didn’t like mommy teaching her how to write her letters at all. She really needed another adult to look up to and learn from. Sure enough, just two weeks into kindergarten, my non-reading daughter was reading, and all the sudden my little princess was in all the advanced classes- advanced reading, advanced math- in kindergarten, no less. But when she brought home that math, and I couldn’t help her do it, because I didn’t understand the kindergarten math assignment, I should have seen that red flag right there.
Abigail enjoyed school, she really did, but as the years went by, I just became more and more flabbergasted at the things she wasn’t learning. She was learning a lot, and her teachers really worked hard to keep her engaged with the advanced classes, but it was the little things. They did a unit on fractions for several weeks, but she didn’t learn that the top number was the numerator and the bottom the denominator. She could play math games like there was no tomorrow, but there was no mastery at all of the basic math facts- addition, subtraction and multiplication. And don’t get me started on the spelling atrocities caused by years of phonics.
But then, during Christmas break, in 2008, the kids and I were playing the game of LIFE and having a rip-roaring time. It was a particularly fun round of game playing, and Abigail said as much. I looked at her and (don’t ask me where it came from) said, “You know, if we homeschooled like your cousin, playing games could be part of our day.” Both kids looked at me like I just gave them the key to a candy store. “Really?” And then they both declared right then and there, that they’d really like to stay home with mommy and do school. Zander more than Abigail, really, but the more she thought about it, the more she got excited about it as well.
And just like that, my mind was reeling. Really? Did I really just offer to homeschool my kids? Why on earth would I do that?
And so I entered the world of homeschool curriculum. I ordered every catalog I could find, tracked down online message boards and spent a ton of time in the aisles of our local school supply stores. I learned our state requirements, and started formulating a plan. I chose a curriculum to try out, which is a whole story in itself, because it was the last one I thought I would consider. But the whole time I worried about the change in our family dynamics. Mommy as teacher? I just didn’t see it going very well. Would Abigail, my strong-willed, independent little girl take kindly to Mommy telling her what to do…All…Day…Long?
Before we were to the point of no return, I decided a trial run was in order, and we tackled a period of summer school. I wanted a trial period of time where we could learn to adjust to this new idea of Mommy as schoolteacher. And as it turned out, the rest is history. Literally. They took to homeschooling like a bird to the open skies, and I really don’t see us ever going back.
The thing is, as a mom, I was already their chief teacher in life. It really wasn’t that difficult to add some reading, writing and arithmetic to the mix. I did have to adjust to a few things and adjust my expectations. I learned that Zander does not sit still. Ever. So when he reads aloud to me, I have learned to be patient with his squirming and hopping around. He still reads, and he reads very, very well. I had to be ever so patient with him regarding writing and cutting, and things of that nature. But boy, has that patience paid off. This second half of the year, his fine motor skills have taken off, and he’s already looking forward to next year’s writing, and working on writing more whole sentences. With Abigail, I had to learn to ease up on her. When she knows her material, she knows it, I don’t need to continue to go over it with her and be redundant. She has become even more independent, and I have marveled at how she takes every effort to learn something correctly the first time.
This whole process has been nothing short of amazing. I was once that mom who said I would never homeschool my children, and now I can’t ever see an alternative. Well, high school may be an entirely different ball of wax, I suppose. Ironically, it also made our recent moving process that much easier, because the location of schools and which school district didn’t matter a lick. What mattered was that we moved and were able to get right back into our schooling.
We officially now have seven-and-a-half days of school left. Abigail has met and surpassed every goal I had for her this year, and Zander. Well, let’s just say that saying met and surpassed is a huge understatement. Watching him grow up before my eyes this year was such a treasure in itself. Because had I sent him off to school, I wouldn’t have been the one to get those moments. I would not have gotten the cheering and happy dance when he finishes his math in just a few minutes. I would not have gotten the swelling of pride when he confidently spelled our last name. I would not have gotten to watch his face light up at the conclusion of every single book we read aloud this year. I would not have been the one to walk in on him last week and discover him silently reading a chapter book to himself. And finishing it just one day later and looking for more. Every learning moment and achievement this year was mine to savor, and I have this crazy homeschooling journey to thank for it.
As parents, we truly are the best teachers our children can have, and where I was the last before, I will be the first person to encourage anyone to explore the options of teaching their own children.