We have made the choice to "bring our children home" to educate them next fall. While I'm excited, inspired, and flooded with all emotions wonderful over the thought of teaching them to count and read, to think analytically and creatively, to enjoy the classics, and master the subjects they most enjoy, I'm sick to my stomach each time I think of the initial struggle we'll have learning to "do school" together. My boys, you see, while tender and compassionate, expressive, loving, and creative... are also, all three of them, strong-willed fighters to the core.
I, on the other hand, am not a fighter. I spoke of the emotional and physical struggle of raising three strong willed sons here (and on many other posts to be sure. ) But now I'm embarking on a journey that requires being with ALL OF THEM - ALL THE TIME.
Eeee-Gag!
A few months back, when I first sensed the need to homeschool my middle-born, I spoke to a friend who home schools her three sons. She asked me why I wasn't thinking of bringing my first-born home as well, and I quickly blurted out the truth: "He's such a fighter, I guess I'm hoping that giving him other authority figures at school will teach him how to honor his elders." Leanne responded thoughtfully, but directly, "so you're sending your child to school to learn to honor you?"
Once again the words came fast, furious, and L O U D.
"YES!"
And then I laughed, cathartically, to have heard the truth come rolling up and out of my heart.
That was the first major turning point in my homeschool journey: Recognizing that my children were given to my husband and me, to train them and teach them. The first commandment with a promise is given to children and parents alike: "Honor your father and your mother as the Lord your God has commanded you, that your days may be long and that it may go well with you." (Deuteronomy 5:16).
The command isn't for the young to learn to honor others in authority, and therefore their parents as a convenient by-factor. The job of training and leading children is mine - is ours. Had my children been compliant, easy learners, prone to honor and not to fight at every turn, I can't imagine ever making this choice to bring them home. It is the hard that has led us here. And so for the hard I must be grateful. And for the challenge set before me I must endure with Thanksgiving, Long-suffering, Faith and Joy.
We have only two more days of "school" before the boys are done with preschool, Kinder, and 2nd at their local Private School. And my shelves are already lined with the literature and music that is to accompany our learning in the Fall. Like I said, I am so very excited, inspired, and happy happy happy at the thought of what we are getting ourselves into. Yes, there will be challenging days, maybe even challenging moments EVERY DAY.... but there will be The Story of the World, and our set of four 10' long timelines to fill out throughout the year, not to mention such marvelous literature as D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths, and Homer's Great Epics, rewritten for Children. And that is just the beginning.
Everyday I feel joy at the prospect of learning right along with my guys. Everyday I am also reminded of the most challenging part of this charge, to train them to honor and obey... that their days may be long that that it may go well with them.
Wrapping up Spring,
Jumping into the Summer,
And ever so eager for the Fall.
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