I am interrupting my regularly scheduled post reviewing Galen's curriculum to discuss something more personal: what it really feels like to be a homeschooling mom. Or at least, how it feels for me.
I suspect most have heard of the stereotype of the homeschooling mom who is eternally patient and kind, who has instilled a passion for learning in her children, and whose homeschooling runs on a perfectly timed schedule. Her children practically dance to their breakfast of homemade whole-grain muffins each morning, begging to do advanced molecular biology and read The Brothers Karamazov in the original Russian.
And those of us in the trenches also know the stereotype will help to grow fantastic vegetables in the organic garden.
For the past month or two, I feel as though I have been living in what degenerated into homeschooling hell. To start, Landry decided that everything was boring but computers and technology-related devices. As a result, my ten-year-old made the barest efforts at his studies and was a sulky joy with which to live. Restricting his computer time made it worse. Increasing his computer time just made every task something to get through to get back to his computer.
Remember that we are not unschoolers. The boys are enrolled in a charter that expects them to complete a well-rounded curriculum, as do his father and I. Furthermore, one reason we homeschool is so that we can attempt to provide the boys with ways of learning that ignite their interest. Somehow, however, this translated to Landry that we are expected to entertain him, and he has no responsibility for his own learning experience. To add to the fun, his perfectionist streak has been intense. If a task couldn't be completed perfectly with ease, a meltdown often ensued.
At the same time, Kipp has always concerned me. I love my slightly silly and goofy middle son for those very traits. Still, my daydreaming boy could drive me to distraction. I've had serious, nagging concerns about he is really learning and retaining anything. In my darker moments, I heard the parents who told me that their children behaved completely differently in a classroom than they did at home. I've been haunted by the thought that, although my instinct says otherwise, I may be preventing Kipp from thriving in the social venue of the classroom
Finally, while Landry was melting down and Kipp was staring out the window, I have been left wondering if Galen was getting the attention he deserved. I've never seen a kidlet so driven to learn. Yet, could I adequately homeschool three and give everyone what he needs when I felt so thinly spread?
In the midst of all that, I am still a mom, and I wondered if the kids are enjoying their childhoods? Did they have time to play and have fun? While I'm trying to prepare them for the future, are they enjoying today? Apparently, that is a
tension faced by other homeschooling moms.
All of this came to a head over the last week because the boys have been taking practice tests for the upcoming STAR tests. I realize that many have strong opinions about testing. Suffice it to say, they are required by our charter. Furthermore, I am not opposed to occasional testing. I think test taking is another skill that the boys will need if they choose to pursue higher education. A chance to practice being in that setting is not a bad thing. More importantly, Jerry and I choose to follow the state requirements at least loosely so that, if our circumstances change and I had to go back to work, the boys' transition would be less difficult. These practice tests provide me an opportunity each year to discover any gaps that might occur in their education because we do not teach to the test the remainder of the year.
Turning to the practice tests, Landry completed the multiple choice, but decided not to answer almost anything that required writing. When he reached the portion of the testing where he had to write compositions of various types, he wrote a couple of illegible sentences. When I told him, his work wasn't acceptable, he sulked or melted down when he tried again. Meanwhile, I couldn't guess what Kipp was doing with his tests as he seemed to be looking around the room every time I glanced at him. Between the sulking and the staring, I attempted to focus on Galen.
Throughout all of this, I was questioning my abilities as a homeschooling mom. We've all heard that those who can't, teach. While that may not be true, what if those who can, still shouldn't necessarily teach? And where are those wonderfully self-motivated homeschoolers? How could I create an environment for self motivation, while still making sure they understand correct grammar and learned their multiplication tables? What about the upcoming years, when the courses of study are more demanding? What if homeschooling negatively affected my relationship with my boys? I never signed up to be their friend, but I also never sought the role of evil taskmaster.
Just when I was starting to contemplate whether the boys would be better off if I enrolled them in a private school and went back to work to pay for it, I started noticing things. For example:
-- Watching Galen crawl into my lap while I read a Magic Tree House, pulling the book from my hands, announcing that it was "ina-westing" and that he wanted to read it himself. Then listening as my five-year-old read a full page to me.
-- Going to the boys' piano lesson and having the teacher take me aside to admire the complexity and beauty of the piece that Kipp and Landry are playing, while we reminisced that just a few years ago, they were playing pieces where we would say, "One-two-three-rest." And hearing once again what I've always known: Kipp has a natural gift of musicianship that is all his own.
-- Pulling out a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle of Theodore Gray's
The Elements, spending some delightful hours with the boys totally engaged, and realizing that Kipp had somehow memorized the poster over the years, so that he knew when element photographs were different than the one on the poster in our hallway.
-- Discovering that my daydreaming boy is in fact a sleeper, who shocked us with his knowledge on the practice tests.
-- Finding out that my oldest boy will rise to the occasion when his back is to the wall and write an essay that could bring tears to my eyes, not only for its technical merit, but for the thoughts expressed therein. And he will beam with pride when he's done. And that same boy would decide on his own to monitor his own bedtime and find an alarm clock to help himself rise at a reasonable hour in the morning so he could be ready to study on weekdays.
No, I don't have clue how I'm going to handle the coming years. I'm still not really sure how I'm going to divide myself up tomorrow. And I'm going to have more dark days where I face my doubts. But, today, I can see my boys thriving in their own way, and I'm sure I'll find the answers I'll need in the future when I get there.
So, we celebrated today. After robotics class, I had the joy of telling the boys that school was out. With a makeshift picnic from Whole Foods, we headed to the playground to enjoy spring. I sat with my Mom watching my three, blond stair steps walk away from me side by side, with the two older naturally watching over their littler brother. Given that view, I don't see any major changes coming in my life in the near future.
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