I homeschool our 5th grader.
Let me preface this by saying that this was never (ever) in the plan. I never (ever) pictured myself as a homeschooling Mom. Hell, I never even pictured myself as a stay-at-home Mom (but here I am 11 years later!), but a homeschool Mom? Forget about it.
And yet, here we are, in a place we never thought we’d be. And pretty much loving it. Life is funny sometimes.
Today, I dropped Big D off at the local community center to practice flying gliders with a classmate (he has a tutorial once a week) for a science fair they are participating in. I’m assuming he’ll call me (from the center phone…he doesn’t have one) pretty soon to tell me he’s ready to come home, but who knows. “Open Play” for the homeschoolers is about to start and friends (of all ages) might turn up that he wants to hang out with.
If he does come home, we have plans to make a pavlova for Australia Day (which we all learned about yesterday) and he wants to practice solving his Scube (a weird Rubik’s cube – he’s all into those at the moment) that is supposed to arrive today. He already finished his math, read a book, practiced cursive and read some Roman myths for history.
Homeschooling is certainly not for everyone and we definitely have crappy days that feel like I’m trying to herd cats. But, for the most part, it’s going pretty well. Today I love it. I love that he’s loving it and feeling confident and happy. I’ll talk more about the curriculums we do use (or tried) and what I like/don’t like about them another time. Today I’m reveling in the flexibility of it all of him being able to learn and grow while still having my boy close…and him still wanting to be close.