Following upon a LOT of thought, prayer and discussion, dh and I have decided we will be transitioning out of homeschooling. Though we haven’t decided exactly when. With Calvino’s violin lesson and class, the Hobbit’s odd work schedule, and one car, it would be simplest just to finish the year as is. If I can make it that long! Some days this seems long indeed–other days I feel tugged at heart to have all my kids stay home for good! But deep down I have this feeling that putting Calvino in school is just right–right for him, and right for me. Emotions can make it all so very confusing, but the sense of “rightness” persists, and I am trusting that.
The two biggest deciding factors in this decision are: 1. Our excellent experience (so far) with the school system in this small town, and 2. What I have learned about my personal abilities, interests, and limitations, as a mom and “teacher”, combined with my waning passion and energy in getting the homeschool thing done in a faithful way.
Things are better overall when we stick to a “relaxed homeschooler/not-quite-unschooling” model. The problem is, if one plans to put one’s kids in public school, they CAN fall very behind, which causes hardship for them. So since we’ve made this decision we’ve been focusing lots on math and writing (math he does fine, writing is . . . . potentially a big problem), alongside with our normal read-aloud time. My routine before was to (always!) read aloud, do a few projects and the like, and “let the rest happen.” That worked ok with my older one, who was a natural academic. My second son is a different story. I’m not sure he WOULD have learned to read well without all the extra help he had last Spring at school (at the time, he was almost 9 years old). I’ve learned that some kids really DO need someone to sit down with them and help them learn, one baby-step at a time. I’ve learned that sometimes learning to read requires hard, day-by-day work, and doesn’t “just come naturally”. And I’m very, very thankful for those teachers and volunteers who sat with my son and give him the time and help he needed. Calvino is reading WELL now. He even sometimes picks up a book on his own and reads for pleasure. He thrived with all the extra help and support at the local school, and did way more work for his teacher (without protesting!) than he’ll do for me (with a lot of protesting!). It could be that he was still young enough to want to please his teacher. It could be that he is a bit “conformist” at heart, wanting to fit in, to be like the other kids, and to do the socially correct thing. All I know is, it was working pretty darned well. So, was I crazy to bring him home again???
The reason I brought him home (other than the fact that these homeschool dreams die HARD): I felt like I hardly saw him. He raced in the door, I made him stuff something with protein in his mouth, then he raced back out to play with his friends (we live in a GREAT neighborhood here, with lots of kids and families and wholesome friends). He was called in for dinner, and then the only hour we had together was spent wrestling over homework (which he actually did much more willingly than he does his limited school for me!). I felt that this was all a bit sad, and that he was a bit young to be so seldom at home. Friends suggested that I could have time with him at home after school, but I just felt too sympathetic. (Or weak-willed? But after spending all day at a desk, what kid wouldn’t want to play outside?? And being a CM-influenced mom, I believe “outside” is probably the best place for a kid to be.). I also lamented the fact that he was missing all the good literature–the Robert Louis Stevenson and the Little House on the Prairie and the D’Aulaire’s Norse Myths and Children’s Homer and Old Yeller and ETC. (If you are a homeschooling living-book lover and advocate, you know exactly what I mean!) Schools, well-intentioned though they may be, simply do not have time for this most wonderful of stuff. Schools are all about SKILLS and ASSESSMENTS (she says with a contempt-filled, somewhat snobby sneer . . .). I thought we would still have time for these excellent read-alouds when he was in school but–alas–we really didn’t. School and related activities and events sort of take over a family’s schedule, and that’s a big, big sacrifice to make. And yes, this tugs very much at my heart. I DO intend to be way more intentional and stubborn about keeping a read-aloud going once he is in school (we are in the middle of LOTR–which is itself highly motivating!). But I know it isn’t easy.
Another factor in our decision: In the past I have underestimated the importance of the social aspect of life. I can groan about it, and I can wish it was not the way it is, but to a kids’ mind, going to school is all about having friends and ”fitting in”–it is maybe 90% social, and 10% academic. But in some ways, this is sorta the way LIFE is. Our social skills, the impressions one makes on other people, and the like tend to have more import than one’s grades or storehouses of knowledge when it comes to applying for jobs, and other practical objects we desire. We eventually put our older son in school because he turned into a teenager and began to spend WAY too much time moping in his room, cultivating a bad attitude. Social opportunities and doors of learning abound to the self-motivated homeschooler, but to one who is intimidated, unwilling, and lacks the basic social skills, their world can become smaller and smaller if they are not “forced out of the house” in some way. There is a developmental change that happens here, I believe in both Montessori schools and Waldorf schools this is recognized–kids become ready to move outward, they become less home-centered. My emerging-teen needed structure to his time, he needed real accountability for his work, he needed . . . positive occupation, and I was no longer up for providing all of that–especially when it so often ended up coming down to a clash of wills. Now that he is in school he is simply–happier. I HATE admitting this, but it is simply true.
One has to work fairly hard as a homeschooler to provide social opportunities for the kids that occur somewhat naturally at school. Some would say, but a public school environment is bad socialization! And I used to think this, too. Now I think, it totally depends on the school, on the individual teachers, on the parents and neighborhoods, on the particular community. I have been thrilled with the friends my older son has made at school. They are polite and respectful, they have wonderful parents, they seem . . . a whole lot nicer than my son, actually, but maybe home is his place to “unload” and I do not always see the best of him (which can, ahem, sometimes be said of me as an adult!). Our experiences with the school have been almost universally positive, and I have been totally surprised by this. Dh and I both remember our school years as pretty much negative experience, but then we did not have parents who really tracked with us, or processed/talked through things with us. Our parents, being from a very different generation, perhaps assumed that school was a fairly wholesome, trustworthy place. I make no such assumptions. And now, in this particular time and place, when that turns out to be true (NOT that I will start taking it for granted, I will be very much tracking with my kids whether they are in school or out!), I am surprised-bordering-on-shocked. But I am so grateful. It means I do not have to try and do—-everything anymore.
Don’t get me wrong. I have the heart of a mother. I am willing to do everything and more, if necessary. When we lived in an overseas location, based upon the experiences of several friends, I never would have put my kids in the local, or even the private, schools. But here–I’m just relieved. And worn out. And–free for the first time in years to think in some new directions.
Which is kind of exciting and kind of sad and kind of just wierd. Homeschooling WAS my dream, my “ideal”. I’ve read ALL the books (at least up until a few years ago, when the publishing of books exploded and my zeal began to wane). THAT was the life I wanted, the kind of mother I wanted to be. And maybe, the kind of childhood I wanted to have had–(though this train of thought can get a little wierd, too). It was a revelation to me to learn that: I really CAN’T do it all–I have some real limitations, and it doesn’t do my children any good to completely wear myself out trying. To learn that, as a perfect-perfect ”ideal” is truly NOT attainable, maybe the public school is in fact GOOD ENOUGH, or even, God forbid, the BEST option for our particular family at this time.
I’m still trying to get used to the idea.
And I’m not even thinking about child #3, who is 3 1/2 years old, and a GIRL. A year or so ago, when putting the boys in school after last Christmas, I mentioned to my dh, “Maybe our daughter will never be homeschooled.” He replied, “Over my dead body.” But here we are in a big ole’ paradigm shift. We’ll see how we feel in another year or so.