“Don't
you love New York in the fall?
It
makes me wanna buy school supplies.
I
would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils
if
I knew your name and address.”
– Joe
Fox, You've Got Mail
How
does it happen, this school-time magic? Just a few weeks ago, we were
feverishly counting the days until it would all be OVER, and now the
air is filled the smell of new backpacks, sharpened pencils and
scotch tape. It may be a little bit of the learning-geek in me, or
just the beckoning of the books that are already unpacked and waiting
on the shelves, but I am getting pretty excited about
this coming school year.
Because
we home-school, and this is our story.
Before
I start, I feel compelled to say that this is not an anti-public
school post in any way. I don't have anything against public school
or private school. Well, let me take that back. I have lots of
opinions about lots (and lots and lots) of things, including some
excessive baggage about insular homeschooling, but I am not a gentle
ranter, so I am not even going to venture into that territory. For a
well-balanced view on the other side of the public school/homeschool
decision, see this great post by my smart and beautiful
friend.
How
we got started:
(this
is long-ish – if you want to skip to the 'now' in the story,
scrollllll down)
In
2007, I had a 5-year-old, a 4-year-old, a 1-year-old, had just quit
my job and found out that I was (surprise!) pregnant. The pregnancy,
as most of you know, had its own surprise waiting, but I didn't know
that yet. So picture that woman with me: three little ones, finally
able to quit her job to stay at home with her littles, idealistic,
hopeful, and scared of doing the 'wrong thing'.
(I have since found
that the fear of doing the 'wrong thing' is often camouflage for lack
of courage for doing the hard thing.)
Since I had
just quit my job in order to stay home, we didn't have the money to
send Ellie to private school without me going back to work, and
putting the younger ones in daycare. I didn't want to do it, so now the options were down to homeschooling and public school. I was
filling out Ellie's public school paperwork when two things
transpired: I found out that our little, bitty Mayberry-esque
elementary school was too full and she would be shipped to the bigger
school farther away, riding with middle school students (young mom
says ACK!); and Will, who had just turned four, was reading and
writing fluently, and wanted to start kindergarten. I was overcome
with the decision. Paranoid, paralyzed with inadequacy, pickled in
selfishness (what about Me?) and not sure I wanted to venture into
the world of homeschooling that I inaccurately saw as being awash with
rigidity, white tube socks and denim jumpers (refer to copious
amounts of baggage above). I had been homeschooled and loved it, but
I am bit of an loner – when I was in high school, I did much of my
studies myself, reading 300+ books a year, taking classes at Penn
State in the evenings and going to the nursing home to sit in the
room of a World War II nurse while she told me racy stories about her
wartime adventures. Was homeschooling for everyone, or just
strange-child Me? I wasn't sure.
Around
that time, I found out about Sonlight curriculum. The first thing I
saw on their site was a list of reasons not to buy their curriculum.
(I already had a hefty list of my own things I wanted to avoid: America-centrism; too much
busywork v. actual learning; memorization v. critical thinking;
legalism masquerading as discipleship. But I read on cautiously.)
Here
were a few of the reasons people should not to buy Sonlight (complete
list here)
-They
don't want to do a lot of reading
-They
prefer classroom-style study with lots of quizzes, tests and grades.
-They
want to guard their children from anything offensive—at all costs.
Rather than exploring and learning what you believe – avoid
conflict!
-
They want most school years to focus primarily on U.S. history and
culture.
-They
want to present all content and history as absolute truth, without
question or doubt.
Oh
my goodness, my jaded heart cracked open. A curriculum that loved
education, explored conflict, eschewed America-centrism and promoted
Christ-following through loving God with all your heart, soul and
MIND? Sign me up! I was hooked. Now I just had to
fit myself and my two little learners into the equation. And that was
the hard part. I ordered the kindergarten package, and when it came
in the mail, I was sick in my stomach.
The
first day of school, I met with a few moms for breakfast. They were
teary-eyed that they had just put their babies on the school bus; I
was tear-eyed that I had not. Was it going to work? More importantly,
was it worth it? Every choice we make has a benefit and a sacrifice.
I already knew the sacrifice as I cut up cinnamon buns and cleaned
spilled milk off the floor of the diner while retirees asked my kids
why they weren't in school. But how measurable was the benefit? I did
the first day, and the second, and the third. I made a secret vow
that if I didn't like it, I wouldn't do it the next year. And, as an
escape hatch, I also promised that once the youngest was in school, I
was going back to work and putting the whole tribe into school. So
there.
Today
That
was in 2007. This, the 2012-13 school year is (what!?) my sixth year
of teaching. I remembered this year about my whispered pledge of
sending them all away to school while I sat in some mythical office
in new clothes, typing on a shiny computer. When I told the kids of my escape-hatch pledge I had made so long ago, Ellie said, “Mom, are
you serious?”
No, I don't think I am anymore.
Thankfully, the time since then has sanded me down a little, making
this version of me a bit more laid-back, more journey-loving. I still
don't know what next year holds, or high school, but who really does?
Since
I am a list-maker, let me tell you what I have grown to love about
learning this way:
Being
able to find each child's learning style and use it to help them
master learning.
one-on-one
coaching with each child in the subjects or areas in which they
struggle
cultivating
the gift of independent learning – something they will use all
their lives.
seeing
everything – vacations, field trips (heck, even Kung Fu Panda 2) –
as learning opportunities
deep
friendships with peers who share their interests, sports, and
activities. We have been blessed with some incredible homeschooling
friends who are invaluable to my crew.
helping
them to learn to THINK – not memorize, regurgitate viewpoints,
pass tests, consume, but actually THINK, debate, understand.
Being
able to have 'mid-course corrections'. A spelling program isn't
working? Try another one. And another.
Incredible
education through classic literature and history – education that
is not reliant on school boards, lack of funding, etc.
Individually-paced
learning.
Keeping
the childhood passion for learning and exploring alive and thriving.
the
'colorblind'ness of my kids. I don't just mean with color, although
that is true. They are 'ageblind', 'shapeblind', 'cliqueblind'. I
joke that it is because they are so happy to see someone other than
their family, but the truth of it is that they haven't learned the
intricasies of recognizing 'not cool' people. Having spent my
elementary school time as one of those 'not cool' kids, it is
something I love to see.
FIELD
TRIPS! I love to road-trip, and I budget them relentlessly. This
past year, we went to Pittsburgh, Baltimore, Philadelphia, Erie,
Washington DC, New York City and Hershey Chocolate World. The kids
say: “I can't wait to see where we are going next.” Yeah, guys,
me neither.
The
adventure of learning that we are doing together as a
family. I know this isn't exclusive to homeschooling. But I love
it. Our curriculum walks through ancient civilizations in 1st grade
through modern history in 4th grade. Do you know how
many incredible books that is? Museums? Foods? Luke is starting
1st grade this year, and I am excited to start it
again.
The
flexibility! Ellie can take horseback riding lessons in the middle
of the day; Will can focus on animation and piano, all while keeping
up their schoolwork. They can work ahead in their studies, take more
time to master something, research a tangent topic. Ellie took her
books with her while she went fishing in Cape May for a week this
spring.
We
can sleep in! There is no reason on this green earth why we need to
get up at six when it takes ten minutes to eat and walk to the
school room.
I
love to read with my kids. Exploring the world together. Watching
their minds come to life when they learn something new.
Don't
get me wrong – there is another list that grows by the end of the
year with things like “They never leave! They are always
HEEEEERE!”. But that list is shorter, and by this time of the year,
it is crumbled up and thrown away and replaced with the new school
boxes filled with scotch tape and sharpened pencils.
Here's
to the learning that never stops, no matter how old we are.
PS: If you are interested in the curriculum we use, here it is. Using this link will earn points for my account, and maybe even add a free book or two this year. Thanks!