Bug’s first day of public school kindergarten…. How far we have come!
As of this month, I have had this blog for a year. More importantly, a year has passed since I took Bug out of public school, and began homeschooling.
This year has been a whirlwind for me, not just because of our huge move overseas, but because of the big changes that happened within my family.
A year ago, when talking about the decision to homeschool, I closed my blog post with this:
“I know it will be hard. I also know that it will be worth it.”
Our first year homeschooling WAS hard. I spent many sleepless nights obsessing over curriculum, teaching styles, educational philosophies, and message boards. I have spent hours writing lesson plans to go with books, only to scrap those plans and start with something else. I have bought curriculum only to discover it wasn’t a good fit for my son, and bought new curriculum only to learn he has jumped ahead by ability. I’ve cried to my husband about how tired I am, and how worried I am that I am not cutting it, and cried some more when I’ve seen the amazing progress my child has made.
Homeschooling IS hard.
It HAS been worth it.
This year, I spent more time with my children, actually WITH them, present in the moment then I ever have before in their lives. Our relationships have become exponentially stronger, and I feel like I know my kids better than I did a year ago. I enjoy spending time with them; I enjoy learning with them, and watching their eyes light up when something “clicks”.
I’ve also seen some unexpected changes. I feel more confident after a year of homeschooling. I feel like I have found my footing in this big scary world that is “being a parent”. I know who I am, and I know what I want to teach my kids. I’ve found a place in our local homeschool community, and I’ve found myself. I’ve become the kind of Mother I wanted to be, and the kind of Mother my kids deserve.
Sure, some days I do still worry about whether or not my kids are growing and learning at the same rate as their public school peers, and I worry if they would be happier at home or in a classroom. But I have found the confidence to not let those worries get under my skin. My kids ARE learning, and my kids ARE happy.
I AM good enough, smart enough, patient enough, to homeschool my children. I am my child’s best teacher. It feels good to say that, and to really believe it.
The decision to homeschool was not an easy one to make, but I am so glad we choose to make this our life.
Thanks for sticking with me this year!