A friend once mentioned that his son was standing in their backyard shouting at the neighbors, “Turn off the moon!” My friend concluded, “Being a parent is . . . different than I expected it would be.”
That’s kind of how I feel about homeschooling. I began with all kinds of ideas of how it would be, but it’s turned out . . . different.
I grew up in rural Mississippi where, if you wanted to go for a walk, you ended up in, you know, nature. But in suburban Virginia, “nature” consists of our back yard with one tree. Plus, a nature walk means finding socks and shoes, and the whole thing’s over when somebody sees a bee.
So we don’t do nature walks. But we do enjoy family game nights. Each of us plays a different character as we make our way through subterranean caves, perilous marshes, and ruined cities. And I don’t have to find anybody’s shoes.
Sitting around the table.
I imagined my children seated at the table, their books open in front of them, the morning sunlight spilling in through the window. I don’t know why I imagined this. I myself did the bulk of my high school work sprawled on an old white couch.
Instead, our children check their assignments each morning and settle down somewhere to do the work on their own. They come find me if they need help. It’s different from what I expected, but it works well for us.
Artsy stuff used to be all the rage among homeschoolers. Unit studies, “minute books,” project portfolios, murals, and any number of creative approaches to the subject material.
I guess I assumed that once I became a homeschool mom, a love for crafts would magically blossom within me.
(Bonus: ability to cut a straight line!)
My kids and I both enjoy workbooks, creative writing, and the occasional “design a book cover for this topic.” Darren loves reading aloud and discussion. But our homeschool rarely involves glitter.
Older kids helping younger kids.
This was a viable option until I had older kids and younger kids who refused to work together. Hmph.
As I mentioned, we operate on an independent-worker basis. But we do keep trying. This year, we’re compelling Ranger to let his older siblings read to him (he’s sulky about it).
It is efficient, lets you take long breaks throughout the year, and keeps the kids’ knowledge fresh. Sounds great! Wait, hang on, you mean school just never really ends? Why didn’t anybody mention this to me?
We take off for the summer—as much for the sake of the parents as the kids. We need the downtime . . . all three solid months of it.
Throughout the year, Darren and I blend our teaching styles, hoping to inspire our children even when school gets boring. So the reality of my homeschool has turned out much different from what I expected it to be.
Yours probably will too. That’s great! Look for your own rhythm and—in the words of that four‑year‑old boy—turn off the moon!
Right, it’s . . . different. But it’s good.
Photo Credit: Second, third, fourth photos by Sara Jones.