You Home What…Part 2

Yes, we homeschool.  This is our second year.  As I mentioned yesterday, I love it, I really do.  But, in order for truth in advertising…there are challenges.

Little ones.  Okay, sometimes big ones.  Most of the time little ones.

I was an only child growing up.  My life was quiet.  I spent hours reading, I spent hours in my room.  I chose carefully when and who I spent time with.  Life was quiet.

Life with three girls is never, ever, ever, did I mention never, quiet.  My first  year home full-time, my older two girls were in public school.  It was just the 2 year old and I.  It was amazingly quiet.  It was beautiful.  I miss it.  A lot.  I swear, there are days my ears hurt from the noise.  They feel like there is actual pressure on them.  I love my girls, but they are never, ever, ever, ever all quiet when they are all home.

Yes, there was noise when I was working in the corporate world, but most of it, I could tune out.  It had nothing to do with me.  Home with the girls there is no tuning any noise out–and when I try, they just repeat themselves over and over, louder and louder.  My husband says I don’t have to respond to everything they say, but I can’t figure out how not to–they just keep talking…

The noise is worth it, but I have been known to sneak out of the house in the evening when my hubby is home or stay up too late so I can sit by myself in the living room after they have gone to bed.

In addition to that noise thing?  I have found homeschooling to require a lot more social interaction.  I never dreamed how many people it would bring in to my life (that not being socialized thing?  Big fat myth.  My kids are with people, I am with people all.the.time).  I have met wonderful people and I love having them in my life, but it requires this introvert to interact with people.  A lot.  Again, it is different than the corporate world, because these people, I choose to have in my life, I want to interact with them, I want to get to know them and let them get to know me.  It is riskier than sitting at my cubicle in an office.

And, while my t-shirt I am wearing says I am a super-mom, I’m not.  I’m human.  And I am testing all of my humanness every day with these little cherubs.

They get frustrated with school.  I get frustrated with them.  I want them to stay on task…they want to run outside.  I want to get everything on our list done every day, but sometimes I over plan–I think we can do way more than is reasonable in a day…or a week.  So I step back and let us breathe–and worry I am not covering everything they need.  I ask the more seasoned homeschoolers and they say not to worry, take a break when you need to, but my personality thinks, but they don’t do that in brick and mortar schools…thing is, they do.  There are days they have special programs, assemblies, class projects and the like.  But my mind doesn’t quite believe that…check back with me in a few years to see what I say…

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There is another special challenge that I didn’t think of before we started homeschooling…doctor appointments.  I used to be able to schedule those, take a long lunch at work and go to them.  Now?  I have three kids in tow.  Thankfully I have some wonderful friends that help out whenever they can.  But it is something I have to think through.

I might have gotten myself excommunicated from the homeschooling community 😉 by telling you these secrets, so I might as well go all in.

I am well aware not everyone can or wants to homeschool.  And there is nothing wrong with that.  But you don’t have to be afraid that you can’t teach your kids.  You already are.  You are teaching them when you show them what direction an S is supposed to face.  You are teaching them when you sing the silly song about the days of the week.  You are teaching them when you give them an allowance and show them how much each coin is worth and how that translates at the store.  You are teaching them when you take them to the voting polls or read them books about great people of the world at bedtime.  You are teaching them when you shoot hoops with them.  You are teaching them when you tell them they CAN do that project they are afraid to start.

You are the mom or dad–their first and best teacher.

 

Survive til you Thrive!

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