Last spring we made the decision to pull our daughter from her middle school. We did not come to this decision easily or without a great deal of thought. Ultimately we decided we had no other choice. Neither Richard nor I are “teachers.” We are both far too impatient. For the longest time I thought homeschooling meant recreating “school,” but at home. This thought was both so awful and terrifying to contemplate, and was probably the reason it took me (I can’t speak for Richard) so long to come around to the idea, that having a child at home would be a good thing, and not bad.
In many ways I wish school was still an option, but it isn’t. Richard and I know this. The conventional route is evidently not in the cards for us and frankly it never has been, but it’s taken me awhile to come to terms with what this means. That feeling of exhilaration and freedom, so many who do not have “school” as a part of their children’s lives talk about, is only now something I’m starting to feel and experience. So it was with great joy that I read Emma’s thoughts on not going to school.
Emma wrote, “Bathing for the first day of school is better when your classroom is closer by.” When asked what she thought about not going to school, she wrote, “It’s invigorating.” Then she paused and finished with, “I am a lucky gal.”
When asked for advice on how we can help her learn and pursue her interests, she wrote, “Relax and relax some more.”
Which… yeah. That’s sound, solid, advice for just about anything one is doing.