….and YOU can homeschool too!

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When I began homeschooling a little over 9 weeks ago, the amount of worry, second thought, and anxiety I had over what I had decided to do was so heavy on me.  Am I doing the right thing?  Can I do this?  Will they learn what they need to?  Will I ruin them socially?  Will they end up hating me?  Can I keep it fun?  Can I keep my sanity?  Can I keep up with the house? Can I actually enjoy this?  Will my husband and  I end up bald from pulling each other’s hair out?  All these things ran through my mind with alarming consistency.  Sleep was hard to find.  But I finally decided:

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In the vein of “we have to socialize or you will be backwards kids” we joined a play group/field trip co-op. I have gotten to know these (mostly) women, met their children and learned the “personality” of the group now that I’ve been around for a while.  But in the beginning it was hard.  Just as any new group you come in to, it is nerve-wracking the first several times you attend.  Being the “new guy” is a situation at which I am usually good.  I can talk to anyone but, this realm seemed different to me.  I felt like they knew the hidden code or secret and I was yet to receive this needed knowledge.  I didn’t know what I was doing and these were experts. Will they sniff me out and see I’m a fake?  Maybe I can blend in….maybe they won’t see.  After sitting with these awesomely calm, cool, creative and welcoming people for a while I learned by listening to them.  Looking around me you see a collection of normal, every day women.  But they are doing something extraordinary.  What makes them different?  I am usually a talker but at first I was pretty quiet just trying to get the feel of the land.  Kind of like going to a new church.  You have to keep looking over your shoulder to see if this church waits and does Communion all at once or each individual as the plate goes around.  You don’t want to slip up and doing wrong – so you watch, listen, and wait!

I learned, over time, something shocking and comforting; (and this seriously is the inside scoop folks) They don’t really know what they are doing either!  Wait…What?  These experts?  These seasoned home schoolers?  Surely, by now, they have cracked the code?  But, what I learned is they are just doing the best they can day by day.  They teach the child by knowing, loving and devoting themselves to their child(ren)  and their education.  Weird!  That’s the secret?  All I have to do is know my child and I can teach them?  Surely I am wrong…..but time and time again I sat at these play dates listening to the moms, watching the children play (well behaved I might add) and I heard a theme.  Although the phrase “know your child’s strengths, weaknesses, likes, dislikes, fears, joys, and learning styles” never were uttered, that’s what I kept hearing over and over again.  But, if that’s true then I did know what I was doing.  And so does every homeschooling mom out there.

But, but….I thought I had to have a degree to know how to do this?  I thought the schedule, curriculum and teaching of public school was best?  I thought…I thought….

Well – this is absolutely great news.  And guess what?!  You know your child best as well.  And YOU CAN DO THIS!  Pretty awesome, huh?

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2 Comments

  1. misty  •  Nov 1, 2013 @11:08 pm

    perfect timing…

  2. Mom  •  Nov 2, 2013 @6:51 am

    You already know how I feel about it. Your awesome. You can do anything you set your beautiful mind to, you prove that time and time again. So proud to cal you my Daughter and friend. :)

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    My children called me Bobby when they were toddlers due to not being able to prounounce "Mommy." They are now 7 and 8 years old and I am Mommy. But my real name is Mandy. I just do this so I can keep in touch with the REAL me. Being a Bobby is a dream I thought I may never realize and I do not take it for granted. I homeschool (more specifically unschool) my two children and it's easy to lose yourself in the tasts of the day. I just want to make sure that after 19 or so years have passed,and my kids have moved out, I'm not stuck looking in the mirror and squinting in hopes of seeing Mandy again.