Never in a million years did I think I would be a homeschooling mom. I decided to homeschool because I didn’t want my son sitting in a bacteria-ridden mask (emotional and physical abuse), being subjected to constant sanitizing or harmful industrial cleaners and certainly vaccination without parental consent through their random pop-up clinics was of grave concern. Beyond this, the indoctrination and perpetuation of fear of living in a covid world would be unbearable. I am concerned about what other ideologies they are exposing our children to at such a young age. Now that most school boards have managed to move past much of the C19 protocols, children are now being prompted to disclose personal information about their gender and sexual orientation. This makes no sense at their age and is infuriatingly intrusive. Children need to come into their own as they grow into teenagers and young adults. The school system has no business teaching or encouraging gender fluidity and sexuality. At my son’s age, I feel he is not safe in school.
Homeschooling has been great for our family. My son is able to learn at his own pace and with no stress. We are also able to explore and learn things that are not part of the mainstream curriculum. Things like how to run a household … cleaning, laundry, cooking, etc. We’ve learned about bees and honey, and will soon learn more about medicinal plants and financial literacy. We’ve created our own little pod and now have a wonderful homeschooling family where we spend time together each week and support each other in everything we do! Feeling truly blessed for what the homeschooling world has brought us.
My kids are 20, 17 and 14. I homeschooled/unschooled them for the majority of they years until high school. Joey went to school for half days in grade 2 for full days for most of grade 4. Maggie went half days in senior kindergarten but not again until grade 8 and Tommy has always been home. Why? There were many reasons. I hated my school years. I felt like an alien in a strange land most of the time. I didn’t want to do that to my kids and they didn’t seem very interested in the idea of being away from home for most of the day. Age four seemed extremely young to leave the nest.
Secondly, I found school culture distasteful. Parents had very little or no say in what went on. There seemed to be no accountability for teachers or administration. It seemed that the children were there to serve the system, not the other way around.
Thirdly, I noticed that children got much easier to deal with around age 4 or 5. The baby and toddler years were difficult and early childhood seemed like the light at the end of the tunnel! Why would I want to send them away at that stage? If someone had offered to take the baby for eight hours a day, that might have been an offer I couldn’t resist, but not once they hit the age of reason. What could be more fun than picnics, exploring the countryside, reading lovely books and visiting friends with my favourite little people? Why should someone else enjoy all of those precious moments? Which frankly, wouldn’t be happening because of all of the standing in line, staying inside, hours on the bus, etc.
Finally, I don’t think anyone, no matter how well meaning, could care about my children as much as my husband and I. And I wanted to invest every resource I could muster in these precious little beings who will carry on in the world, God willing, after we are gone. We wanted to share and model what we have learned, we wanted to instil our moral principles, and not subject them at a tender age to the varying, psychological epidemics of the moment.
It has been a wild ride! I’ve learned so much! I’ve had to make sacrifices but I think they were the right ones. I had to sacrifice my ego that clamoured for a fancy job title to impress people and an income that would make me feel independent. I had to make the uncomfortable realization that my own children could trigger every insecurity and weakness I had and I had to try to address them, learning as I went. It was humbling. I had to create a community of like-minded people, because kids need friends and I had to make myself open to all sorts of different families and ideas. It was enriching, but a bit terrifying.
The system has changed a lot since my kids were young, and not for the better. I think we’ve seen the trajectory, and we’re that much closer to the end of traditional, government run schools, I hope. My mother drives a school bus so I get regular updates on the ludicrous decisions made by our distant school board, located a convenient two hours away. A veteran teacher friend is trying to explain 50 different genders to her grade 5 students. She rolls her eyes and counts the days until retirement. I ask myself ‘how much crazier can things get’?
Fortunately my kids are old enough and secure enough that when they’ve gone to high school, they haven’t imbibed any of the terrible ideas and they report the egregiousness over the dinner table. We have a great relationship with all of them and I give homeschooling credit for that. We had the time to form bonds of trust and respect for each other. We’ve forged our relationships together in the heat of daily contact.
And as for the “How will they be socialized!!??” question, that hasn’t been a problem at all. Socializing in the comfort and security of a family setting has proven to form far better social skills than any I learned as a student. In fact, most of my adult life, I’ve been trying to unlearn the social paradigms I picked up at school! As important as socializing is, it might be that family bonds need to be firmly established before kids can form proper social bonds in the outer world. This is my experience so far. We’ll see what happens when the grandbabies come!