Today I got to sit and have coffee with a friend who is contemplating homeschooling.
When I talk to people about homeschooling, it’s usually other homeschoolers and we don’t really every talk about the why. It’s about new methods, new books, new authors, new curricula. I rarely sit and chat over coffee about why I do what I do.
Today I found that my love of my job has grown tremendously. I had the chance to explain why I use the many different pieces of curricula that I use, and it reinforced in my mind and heart that we’re doing the right thing. Not that I usually doubt that, but still… it’s good to remember the whys to our whats.
I have also learned that I’ve gotten more confident in my job. Not that I’ve necessarily figured it all out, but I have figured out what does and doesn’t work for my kids. And I have reached the point that I don’t really care if someone disapproves of my methods or my choices in subjects to teach. Sure, when I hear that so-and-so has her kids in Latin, Spanish, and German I begin to worry that the little bits of foreign languages my kids have been exposed to are not enough. But then I regain my confidence and realize that I am still the best teacher for my children at this stage of the game, and I let it go. I choose to let it go.
I realized that I’m in a window of time that is absolutely precious and will be gone before I can blink an eye: All four of my children are living at home, are best friends, and are still kids. I’m learning that time flies and I can’t slow it down, but I can slow ME down. That’s why I’ve cut out so many extra things, including really amazing things that I never imagined I’d let go. For now, I’m homeward-focused and I don’t regret it.
I love my job.
This is a notepad that one of my former “real” students had made for me. The text in the white space in the center are notes I want to remember each day, but since I don’t like my handwriting, I cheated and used Picasa!
And I’m going to take my own advice. The boys have been asking for hot chocolate quite frequently and I’ve found myself tired of saying no. Tonight I said “no” quite exasperatedly (is that even a word?) and then, an hour later, found myself drafting the above image. I think I’ll have mugs of hot chocolate waiting on my crew for breakfast! I love my job!!