I'd like to introduce you to my new friend, Mindy, who has so kindly allowed me to share this post and also to do a guest post for her blog. Check out what I had to say on her health & wellness blog, and enjoy her story here.
Hi everyone! I am a recently thirty-year-old person, and I also happen to be a wife and a mother. I'm a day-jobber with a freelance writing addiction. I like moderate exercise resulting in a maximum of moderate amounts of sweat, the color purple, discussing science with my six-year-old daughter, and food. If you want to read more about me, or read more of my posts, come visit me at www.mindyminix.wordpress.com
Thank you, Megan, for blog swapping with me! You are an amazing lady, and this has been a wonderful experience!
I was an odd child, or, at least that is how I felt growing up. My mother homeschooled me and my two brothers. Homeschooling has grown in popularity since I was a kid. I dare say it is almost cool to homeschool your children these days. When I was a child, though, the only other homeschoolers I encountered were generally odd, to say the least. Because every homeschooler I met was odd, I just assumed that meant I was odd, too.
When people find out I was homeschooled most of my childhood, they usually have questions. It is so hard to produce succinct answers, though. I will try to sum up my homeschool experience here.
I look back on things, and I try to keep in mind that I am looking through the eyes of a child. I wasn't an adult experiencing this, or even (initially, anyway) an older child. My first memory of learning something significant was when my parents taught me to tie my shoes. It was a joint effort, both mom and dad encouraging and working with me. I remember learning to write my name, and then learning to write my middle and last name as well. I don't remember these events taking much cajoling or significant effort on my parents' parts. I wish I could say it all stayed that way.
In my experience, there are definitely some families that make homeschooling look easy. There are other families that obviously have difficulties, but they stick to a schedule and they push through together. From where I sit right now, it seemed messy, chaotic, and unorganized compared to those families.
Mom let us sleep until we woke up, and then she fed us when we said we were hungry. Sometimes that meant she cooked three separate times just for breakfast. If I could knock out an entire day's worth of workbook material in less than two hours and get each answer correct, I was done. If I insisted I wanted to play outside first before completing any of my work, that was okay, too.
Some days if the weather was beautiful, we would go to the park for a few hours and play and hike and picnic. When we finally started looking bored, she would bring out some random curriculum. One of us would sit at a picnic table and work with mom while the other two kids played. We took turns as she taught us. I don't remember ever going over every subject in a single day. We usually focused on just one subject matter each day. I always had a spelling test on Tuesdays, though.
Something I have said that usually makes people laugh is that I didn't learn to read until I was at least seven-years-old. Sadly, I'm not kidding. My mother tried teaching me to read at age three, four, five, and six, and she tried many different approaches. But the problem was me! I wasn't interested. I was a stubborn, headstrong, self-absorbed brat, and she was NOT going to make me learn. I look back on this and shake my head at the child I was all those years ago. I didn't learn to read until my best friend was reading every book, sentence, and word we came in contact with everywhere we went! How ridiculous of me! How did my mother not strangle me? Let's just say, Hooked On Phonics worked for me.
My brother has dyslexia. We didn't know he had dyslexia until he was almost an adult. He was a slow reader, but he was good at everything else he did. I remember within a year of learning to read, I passed him up in reading. I was reading stories much longer and more complex, and in a fraction of the time. He was three years older than me, too. My mother didn't hold me back from reading three to four grade levels higher than I should have been, and she also didn't stop my brother from learning high-school level math at age twelve. Eventually, I helped my brother with reading, and he helped me with math.
I get asked a lot would I homeschool my child. My answer every time without hesitation is a resounding no. I used to resent that I was homeschooled, that I had a different story than most people. I hated that I didn't have yearbooks, or school pictures, or friends except for those I met in church. Those are all the reasons I would have given for not homeschooling before my daughter became old enough for school. Now, as a parent that is finally understanding where my mother was coming from, the answer is still no, but for different reasons.
I look back at what looks like chaos and I see an overwhelming pattern emerge. My mother was loving, patient, and she didn't take any crap. She taught us everything, including common sense. The most important part, the overwhelming pattern, is that she was there.
I graduated high school from a real school. It was small, but it wasn't school at home and it wasn't GED class. I graduated top of my class. I also have the best little girl in the world that is kind and loving and smart. I learned from my mother how important it is to be there for your children.
I wouldn't homeschool my child, though. It just isn't for me. It just isn't for my child, either. I would readily support any homeschooling family, and I would recommend it to anyone looking for an alternative lifestyle. It gave me so much more time with my family.