Lately, I’ve been really struggling with my idea of homeschool vs. my reality of homeschool. I go through this periodically as I try to envision what I want our homeschool to look like and build that vision into a working reality. The best-laid plans don’t always prove to be successful. But in all of my years struggling with my idea vs. my reality I have never quite been able to accept the disappointment with grace.
You see, in my head, our homeschool is very much TV perfect. Ok, honestly, my life has always been more like a sitcom. But however many outrageous ordeals we might go through, in the end, we are supposed to sum things up with rainbows and unicorns. I know it sounds ridiculous. I feel ridiculous typing this. I can’t help it.
- I am taking great amounts of my time and energy to research, plan, and execute these amazing opportunities for learning different and interesting things for the kids like science classes about the stars and living history experiences at the local historic homestead. Imagine the kids happily (or at the minimum willingly) participating in the class/activities.
- I spend enormous amounts of time and money researching, looking at and buying curriculum and other educational products for our home learning opportunities like math and language arts programs that fit each kids’ needs, abilities, and learning style. Picture the kids getting through the minimally assigned work in a reasonable amount of time.
- I carefully choose books that are interesting and engaging. I devote sometimes HOURS of my night to reading to the kids. What if reading time was this beautiful moment when we are all snuggled under a cozy blanket together, listening, and engaging in epic stories of fantasy, history, and wonder.
- I drive out to a variety of different places, pay admission, and spend the day so the kids can visit a variety of different museums and zoos and other places of education. Wouldn’t it be magical if the kids come out of that place at least knowing *something* they didn’t know going in?