I can hardly believe that our first semester of home school is almost over. We've finally made it to the final folder! At the beginning of our school year, I divided up each lesson into folders and labeled them week 1, week 2, and so forth. I pulled our final folder, week 13, off the shelf today. I am so amazed at how comfortable we've gotten with our lessons and how much easier it is now than it was those first weeks. Carson has adjusted to me being his teacher for a small portion of the day and I've adjusted to him being my student. We both can look at an assignment and not have to try to figure out exactly what to do with it. At times I've felt like crying, pulling my hair out, yelling, spanking his bottom and so forth but I can honestly say, I've had the best time, far better than I imagined.
For some time now I've debated on sharing my "
homeschool testimony" and just never took the time but I'll give a small little
tid bit on what led me/us to this decision.
To be honest (and not to offend anyone) I always thought homeschooling was kind of odd. I remember the first I ever heard of it was when I was a junior in high school. A friend of mine was moving from New Albany, where she was in public high school, to Michigan b/c her father had gotten a new job. Instead of starting school there, she and her little sister were going to
homeschool. I remember her trying to help me understand what it meant to be
homeschooled. Then I never put much more thought into it. Never in a million years did I ever think I'd be homeschooling my kids. I'm not sure where the thought even came from, but last year when Carson was in kindergarten at Calvary and the topic of holding him back had come up several times, I started thinking, why are we even considering holding him back? the answer to that was clear, if he stayed in his current grade, he would always be one of the babies of the class. That made me squirm! To think, he's a boy and a majority of the other boys in his class could be close to a year older than him was a thought to consider. The more I talked with his teachers and Vince and I discussed it, it became a clear, easy decision. One, that, like homeschooling, we had not thought much of before.
Then the more I thought of him going from a class of 13 kids total with two teachers to one of 19 classes of 20-22 with two teachers, I thought, how much can he be taught there?? I'm sure the teachers are awesome but I knew that I could review the kindergarten stuff in one semester and then we could pick up with first grade the next. So, after much research, visiting other
homeschool moms, reviewing many
curriculum's and a few tears, wondering if I was making the right decision or not, I dove in. I remember the day I called to inform the public school to take his name off the list was the Monday before they started on Thursday and I was a nervous wreck, still wondering if I was making the right decision. I had to pray myself up to just pick up the phone and after I did it, I still didn't feel any better!!! I felt like I was cheating him out of something.
Then that Thursday came and I remember we were in the swimming pool and I felt AWFUL that my child was "missing" his first day of school. I remember asking him if he wished he was at school instead of playing with us and he replied, "
Nooooo MAAAAAAM!" which did make me feel some better.
I have to admit I'm sure I get on his nerves at times but this sweet boy has not once complained. He has never told me he doesn't like school, or he doesn't like his teacher or that he wishes he was at public school. I often wonder if he's really learning anything from me but then he will amaze me with things he knows. All I can do is pray that I'm doing the right thing and that God will give me the wisdom to make the rights decisions from here on out.
At times the question pops up, "am I going to continue doing this?" and I can honestly say that I have no idea. God knows how elementary I am and that I just about need a sign to drop out of the sky to sometimes get me where I need to be. All I can say at this point is, "Lord, I'm waiting on my sign!"