3 Things I Love About Homeschooling

It’s no secret: we homeschool. What this means to people has a broad range in the “homeschooling spectrum”. Some people believe that I’m intentionally creating socially awkward children that their own kids might have to interact with some day. Other people believe I’m traumatizing them because they my eldest has yet to experience the traumatic exhilarating world of tetherball. Still others think I’m some sort of religious wacko. [Which for the record I could be; this has nothing to do, however, with our decision to keep our children out of government schools.]

So….mommy wars and judgment aside, here are three side-effects of homeschooling I absolutely love:

1. I get to see my kids all day. Yes, yes, yes…there are times I need a break. But truthfully I think everyone would agree that kids stay young for such a tiny amount of time. Will I be the Italian mom who tries to make her 20 year old kids live with her? I will not. What I WILL be  is the mom who doesn’t have any regrets 15 years from now about whether or not their kids’ whole childhoods passed in the blink of an eye with a stranger being the most influential person in their lives.

I caught a concentrating grimace...she actually loves doing school outside

I caught a concentrating grimace…she actually loves doing school outside

2. My kids are close. Yes, yes, yes…all my girls fight with each other. But I’m also told very frequently by the people at the gym (where they are all in childcare together three times a week) and from strangers in places we go that they can’t believe  how well my girls get along and how much they try to take care of one another. It’s obviously important that they each have time to play their own friends, but being together all day has also ingrained in them a sense of family solidarity.

3. They’re stress-less kids. I remember one day last spring when L. told me that she’d felt the day had been too busy and that she really thought she’d like to just relax and play some Mario. [We’d done reading, writing, and math that day – definitely not a grueling schedule.] I laughed. No, I did. I literally laughed out loud. Then I thought how wonderful it was: she’s only 7 years old. Not 14, not 18, but 7 years old. And at 7 years old if she wants to stop and smell the roses I want her to be able to do that. Can she take a day of non-stop activity by storm? Absolutely. But the fact that her childhood still feels like a childhood brings true joy to me. [I also recommend researching medical journals for stress/cortisol levels of children in preschool.]

a short lesson the letter "T" followed by painting while her younger sister naps

a short lesson the letter “T” followed by painting while her younger sister naps

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