“If we dare to be different and persevere in our homeschooling, we can provide our children with rich educational experiences and hope for the future.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My friend, who was into the seventh month of her pregnancy, had camped out all night. Why? To make sure her child
Penmanship can be seen as a follow-the-bouncing-ball mindless activity where children learn the basic strokes of the alphabet. You demonstrate how to make the smalls and caps of the letter “a,” for example. Show kids the method to write the letters and give practice drills so they will get it right. Penmanship, in this
Finding joy . . . in math? Some of you reading that may wonder how that’s possible. I know math often comes across as a very dry, frustrating subject filled with apparently meaningless rules. But when we look past those rules and really understand math’s purpose, math comes across in a completely different light.
When my husband and I were first married, we began a discussion about homeschooling. By the time our first child was born five years later, we knew that we wanted to homeschool. I had been a schoolteacher, teaching second grade and then special education. However, I quit working to stay home with our first
Some of our most memorable homeschooling experiences have been made while on vacation. That may be because most of our vacations are better known as educational field trips. Regardless of the duration of our “vacation,” whether it’s a day, a week, or a month, there’s usually something we can experience together while learning something
We are in this for the long haul; however, periodically over the fifteen years that we have been homeschooling, I have called my husband at work to say, “Remind me again: Why are we homeschooling?” Thankfully he has always been rock solid in his support and encouragement, and each time I have called him
“Hurry!” How many times did I say that in those early years of homeschooling? Hurry and finish that math page. Hurry and get in the car. Hurry and eat. Hurry, hurry, hurry! Now that my children are graduating and leaving the house, I want to scream, “Slow down!” What drove me to spend so
My son’s eyes began to fill with tears. I could see him fighting back, and willing himself not to cry. I wanted to embrace him. I wanted to take away his pain. A tear finally escaped. Before he had time to wipe it away, it rolled down his cheek and landed on Peanut, the