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On My Soapbox: Why We Homeschool

The short answer: we are crazy.:)

The long answer:

Inevitably, when we are out or about somewhere, the question always comes up from an adult to my 5 year old, “Where do you go to school?” (Probably because my daughter is always trying to find someone to tell our life story to). To which her reply is always an exasperated, “I don’t goooo to school, I’m homeschoooooooled,” accompanied by a little sigh full of attitude and sass, which I KNOW doesn’t come from me.

Almost always, the eyes go straight to me, with a little curiosity and a hint of judgement. I know because I was once in their shoes. To me, homeschoolers were weird. They wore denim jumpers, had a bus load of children, and were painfully awkward. I had come from a completely public education, became a public educator and the homeschoolers I encountered were either all of the above or were many grade levels behind.

Five years later, we are embarking on year 2 of this homeschooling adventure, I am an education specialist for homeschool families and Tim is the president of the charter school board where I work and Mackenzie is enrolled…How did we get here??!

1. We like her and like to be around her and vice versa.

Yes, some days, it would be easier to send her away for 6 hours and get work done, get a manicure and do some housework, but to have her here is better than having 30 hours a week to worry about what she’s doing, how she’s doing, who she’s coming in contact with and what they are feeding her in the cafeteria. Most days, I don’t mind the incessant chatter, questions, interruptions so that I can see the latest Lego tower. We have the freedom to take her to San Diego for the week if one of us has a work conference or taking Fridays to spend as family field trip days. Our only child and she’s already growing up way faster than I wanted. I want to spend as much time with her as possible.

2. We don’t really care about socialization…well, we do, but not the way you think.

The MOST often asked question of any homeschooling family (and the first one our parents asked when we told them about our decision to homeschool), what about socialization? We are not concerned with socializing her to a group of children that will either a) reject her  or b) accept her and teach her how to be mean to the latter group. I want to be the primary influence to my daughter, not a group of first graders. I saw one of my former fourth grade students a few months ago. In the fourth grade, she was quiet, sweet, mousy and smart. When I saw her again, just having barely graduated high school, she was rebellious, confident (which is good), had a major attitude and was disrespectful. I would be curious to see how that transformation occurred and with whom.

I’ve been in the classroom, I’ve seen some interesting children. Some of them I wouldn’t want her to socialize with. Mackenzie can carry on a conversation with younger children, older children, adults and elderly people. I think she’s got a good foundation to becoming a functioning member of society. And, lest you think we lock her in a cage, she has lots of interaction with other children even in the classroom setting twice a week. If there’s still an issue when she is an adult, we’ll pay for therapy.

3. She would get bored in a regular school setting.

I know, I know, all parent think their kid is a genius. Well, ours is a genius. So there.

Okay, okay. She isn’t a Harvard bound at age 12 type of genius, but she’s bright and catches on quickly. When I was in the classroom, the bright ones were great. And they were sweet and were always done ahead of everyone else, which meant they spent most of the school day sitting, bored, or helping me file papers, while I was busy helping the students that don’t catch on as quickly.

By homeschooling, I’m not wasting any time. We are in “school” 3 hours a day and we have time to explore, play, and discover. And I have someone helping me with laundry…

4. We can tailor her education to her strengths and interests, specialize her education and help her become a more well rounded individual.

This year we are reading together, Homer’s Odyssey. Yes, my five year old. I’ve never read it. I read books like the Sweet Valley High Series and “The Dollhouse Murders.” Mackenzie’s has listened to Little Women, Little House in the Big Woods, Anne of Green Gables, Charlotte’s Web and a bunch of other classics rich with vocabulary. She’s already smarter than I am.

5. Learning is FUN (and hands on)

The best teacher I ever had was Mr. Peters in the third grade. Mr. Peters made everything fun. That year, I learned about commerce by starting and managing my own store in the “community” (our classroom). I remember a boy bringing in pinball machines and video games–his store was an arcade. I learned about government by having our classroom set up like a democracy with a full election, campaigning and voting. I learned about the judicial system by “going to trial” in front of a “judge” and hearing arguments from lawyers.” We went on field trips and experienced education.  Sadly, there isn’t time to do anything anymore but learn all the concepts in the book so we can get good test scores and there is no budget for field trips. In traditional school, if I showed interest in a certain topic of study, we would cover it and move on. My natural curiosity was stymied because there were time constraints and 33 other students that wanted to go to recess instead.

I love that we can use the entire year to learn about Astronomy, take a field trips to the Observatory, and make mobiles of the solar system. We have the freedom to go places in the community and learn about stuff hands on and not only through books. In a few years, we will visit as many of the 21 missions as possible.

Anyway,

Homeschooling is not for everyone and I certainly hope you don’t think this blog post was intended to say one way is right or wrong. I’ll get off my soapbox now and let you ask some questions if you’d like in the comments section. This post was actually intended to show off my little first grader on her first day of school. I’m not sure when she changed from a toddler to a kid…

We went out barefoot to get a few first day of school pictures…

Mackenzie always says that I’m “alarious.”

I’m glad someone finds me funny.

Breathe.

I’m holding my baby tight tonight as the realization is sinking in how close I got to losing her. Life is precious and at any moment it can be taken away from you. It sounds so cliche, even as I am typing this, but my heart hasn’t stopped pounding out of my chest like a freight train roaring through a mountainside.

I usually try to fit 12 more hours in each twenty four hour period, but as much as I cram and squeeze, push and prod, it just won’t cooperate. I try to slow down, but after looking up that phrase in the dictionary and finding nothing under that term, I deemed it none existent and continued on at my break neck speed, barely stopping to eat, breathe and sleep. Well, I got a wet, cold and scary reminder this weekend that life is fleeting and I better stop and breathe while I still can.

The story, if you hadn’t read on Facebook already, is that a large group of us set out on the Laughlin River Regatta. You basically float down the river for 3-4 hours and well, just float. We had about 8 floats all tied together and a jet ski pulled us out onto the river but had not pulled us out far enough. We were caught in a current and we were pulled toward a large docked pontoon owned by one of the hotels that gave tours every hour. As we rapidly approached it, the men on board started shouting for us to jump off, but it was too late, our rafts were already being sucked under one by one. I watched in horror as the single person raft with my 5 year old slammed into the boat. As I grabbed her and pushed her up as hard as I could (I learned later that another guy in our party was pushing her as well), I got sucked under. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the rafts and ropes above me and fighting my way up to get air before getting pulled down again. You never really think about those little things you take for granted, like air, until the option to have it is being taken away from you. My husband shoved me up and told me to grab hold of the boat hook the rescuers were trying to get us with. Thankfully, with Tim pushing and with the men on board pulling, I was pulled out along with most the of the group. Then was the harrowing ordeal of not being able to locate 8 others in our party. They sent divers to search under the boat and teams to check the docks. We eventually did find everyone, some had started swimming and made it to shore and then caught up with some people that managed to find some of our floats (even if most of them were popped) and floated to the Regatta finish line.

As I sat in my hotel room, a little scratched up, bruised and completely drained physically and emotionally, I thought about my life and how many times I feel like I am being sucked under with no way out on a daily basis. I feel as if I’m being dragged by the weight of responsibilities, commitments, projects, emails, etc. And I reminded myself that I do (to some extent) have the option to NOT be sucked under and to stop taking time for granted. I’m working on simplifying before I end up traveling to Italy and making a bazillion dollars by publishing my memoirs…wait, someone already did that…

Tonight, I’m holding my baby tighter, re-evaluating my priorities,  stopping to BREATHE and enjoying the ability to do so.

(Saw this necklace on etsy and I love it. It might be my birthday present to myself).

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