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Trained to be a homeschooling mom

Trained to be a homeschooling mom

Considering homeschooling? Get ready for a wild ride!

I remember going to public school as a child. Honestly, he was dumb bored. We all had to do the same things. We all eat lunch at the same time, hungry or not. We all flop down on our mats, squeeze our eyes shut, and try to nap, sleepy or not. We all put white glue on our popcorn and glued it to our “sheep art thing” that we all made. We all learned from the same lesson plans. We were all presented with the same material, and subsequently we all asked the same basic questions. Then, year after year, we all move to the next “level.”

When I came home at night, I practically supported myself. I was loaded down with enough homework to keep me busy for hours, and my parents and siblings weren’t high on my “to do” list. They were not my top priority; school had to be. Many times I was so exhausted at the end of the day, but I wasn’t done with all my homework, I allowed myself to fall asleep until 4 or 5 am and then get out of bed to finish everything before I jogged off. to school to repeat the cycle. I felt like a sheep. Baaa-aaaah; Better hurry, the bell is about to ring… again.

That is not the school life I want to give my own children. I don’t want them to be gone all day just to come home and stay away from us. Why have children? So we decided to homeschool. Then they turned five. Now what? I wasn’t trained to be a homeschool mom. Who? But hey, it’s fun. I like having my children with me, and they are learning! However, I must say that it is all the questions that drive me crazy.

A question here, a comment there, is fine; do not misunderstand. But imagine the endless question. The answer that just won’t satisfy. The conversation that has no end. One of my sons in particular has questions for me that he shoots from a vocal cannon, which once loaded, he can discharge for hours. As they begin to flow, my eyeballs begin to quiver. My hands sweat and my hair stands on end. hide me This guy (we have three) has been asking us the weirdest things (and paraphrasing, below) since the day he was able to speak. He somehow learned to converse early and quite well, definitely before I was ready.

Once, he saw a spider in the upper left corner of our hallway and set out to explain to any soul who would listen, in his two-year-old voice (and logic), that the spider was crying. How he came to that conclusion, I’ll never know. The spider didn’t make a sound! Every time he saw a little eight legged from then on, he would jump up and down and exclaim, “Pider cwying. Spider cwyyyying.” Our homeschooling adventure with him had begun!

I should have known the crazy questions from my little fireball of energy would follow. Many of you, with your own children, can relate, I’m sure. My son has an imagination that doesn’t stop:

2 years: “Mommy, do chickens eat cookies?” “Ummm…no. I don’t think they will.” “Why not?” “Well, they weren’t made to eat cookies. I guess the opportunity doesn’t come around often.” “Yes, but do chickens have lips?” “Oh, for God’s sake. No, they have beaks. Hey, look, we’re almost at the park. Do you have your water bottle?” “I want to be a race car when I grow up. Can I?” “You can run a race because, maybe, but no, you can’t really become one. You’re a human being.” “But I want to be a racing car.” “Son, you’re 2 years old. Give your career goals some TIME. Oh look! There’s the park.”

Conversations with a 9-year-old can be just as unconventional. Like the time this same funny guy came to me extremely concerned that our dog, Liesel, possibly thought he was just a canine companion: he said, “But mom, how do you know she knows I’m a person? Maybe she thinks that I’m another dog. I don’t want her to think I’m like the other dogs here. I’m really human. Do you think she knows that? “Yes, son, she knows that.” “But how do you know that she knows? She can’t see herself, so she may not know what she is or what I am.” “Trust me. She knows that she is a dog and you are a boy. A human child.” “But how do you know that?” “I just do. She is well aware that you are NOT a dog like her.” “How can you be sure?” “Go clean your room.”

Years later…

“Can my chicken climb a tree?” “No, that would be impossible.” “I put her in there and she’s laughing.” “What the…how tall?” “Really tall.” “What tree?” “You know… that pine tree across the street. And the rooster downstairs is all nervous.” “Well, I would be too if my wife was stuck in a tree! Go get her down!” Now that he is older, the questions are not so simple. Instead, they are really intense. Lately I hear myself say, “Go ask Dad. That’s a ‘Dad’ question.” I don’t remember being so inquisitive at school. I also don’t remember my friends with imaginations like yours. And it’s not just my family. This “always curious” seems to be normal in homeschooling families. The children are dating their parents, so they ask the adults questions first. Individual attention is given to them, so it is better to spend your time learning. They get enough sleep, avoid threats from bullies (usually anyway), and are able to relax. They have the freedom to learn without worrying about their peers, worrying about teachers, and worrying about what’s to come.

A homeschool house does not have a “sheep mentality.” It’s a living, breathing “think tank” that will challenge you in more ways than you can imagine. And in general, homeschooled students get along very well; you know it. And while I wasn’t trained to be a homeschooling mom, my children are being trained to be homeschooling moms and dads. They will do even better than us!

Keep up the good work, and when you’re sometimes tempted to tear your hair out, or dread the upcoming “school years,” remember that your little talker will one day be a smart adult… an independent thinker who will have a positive social impact. Without a doubt, he is giving her an opportunity like no other.

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