Just over two years ago, we decided to homeschool our kids. It was an intimidating prospect. I had no teacher training, but I was eager and believed I could do it. So I grasped my 6 year-old and 4 year-old by the hand and jumped into the homeschool pond! And immediately realized that the pond was an ocean; a vast, deep, terrifying body of water with rogue waves and frightening sea creatures at the edges where the map reads, “here be the end of the world.”
Fortunately, no one drowned. It was a close call, though!
A few things kept me afloat that first year: my husband, a gifted and experienced teacher, was (and still is) always ready to throw me a life vest, or sometimes just drag me into the life boat; my own persistent belief that our schooling decision was the right choice for us; and the homeschool community, particularly online.
I’ve refrained from blogging about homeschool because, even after two years I feel unqualified to offer pointers. Most of the time I’m still thrashing around, trying to keep my head above water.
But, I’ve been thinking about a few things lately.
First, I’ve been tremendously blessed by the online homeschool community and there just comes a point when one has recieved so much that one feels compelled to join in the giving. So, I think I will!
Second, who says I have to tell people the right way to do things? Maybe I need to share my failures. I can be the one to write “Here be monsters” all over someone else’s map!
Third, so what if I’m not great at it all the time? I’ve had some success (we’re all still alive) and maybe my experiences can encourage someone else. All I have to do is throw out a life preserver. I can do that.
(I apologize in advance if it smacks you on the head. Sometimes my aim is a little off.)