Confessions of a Homeschool Momma
I’m a homeschool momma. This you know. But do you know this about me?
- I plan 5 days of learning. We accomplish 3. On average. Granted that we school through the traditional weeks of Winter Break, Spring Break and Summer Break. Yet I will spend HOURS beating myself over this. OH…but wait, we can cram DAYS of learning into a weekend. If we choose.
- I do not like teaching, guiding…whatever you call it…writing. At all. If I could hire a writing teacher I would. With no shame.
- I have no problem leaving my kids home while I run to the grocery store. In the middle of the day. Alone. Knowing full well that they will choose to watch Doctor Who over reading their science book.
- We don’t have any desire to learn Latin, Greek or classical violin. However, we do have an aspiring Japanese sword-swinging helicopter pilot, an aspiring French equestrian midwife and an aspiring veterinarian who just wants to learn English, because in her own words, “That’s enough to learn mom.” Me. I am a homeschooler. I don’t understand English. There’s just so much wrong in that sentence. LOL.
- If truth be told, our house would be a non-stop science experiment. Minus writing. Two educated parents with three children. None of us like writing. (Well, except for me…but I don’t consider blogging, writing. It’s just telling you all what my brain is saying).
- I don’t like cooking. I don’t like cleaning my house. And I most certainly do not iron. ANYTHING. $1.75 is a great price for someone to make my husband’s business shirts look just fine.
- I spend ALL DAY LONG with my kids. And I still like them. And they still like me. And the jury is still out on my sanity. (Only slightly kidding).
Yes, that’s my confession for now. I still continue to learn how to best guide my children through their educational experience. I still have days where the yellow bus seems easier than being the primary provider of my kids social, educational, emotional, physical and spiritual needs. Yet, I wouldn’t trade ANY of it. Because, as I spent Saturday/Sunday morning talking with my 14 year old about his career plans, I realized that my parenting journey is beginning to wind down. One day, The Boy will pack his car, give me a hug and walk out of my doors. On his own. To begin his own life journey.
Quite frankly. I’M NOT READY YET! So yes, I may not be the best teacher my children will ever have. But I guarantee no one will love them more than I possibly can. NO ONE wants to spend as much time as they possibly can with them…before it’s no longer an option.
Just my thoughts tonight.