I miss my children when they are away from me. I'm not talking about when I am out of town but every single day they have to walk out the door and head to school. This goes against so many stereotypes of stay at home Moms. You know the cartoon of the kids getting on the bus and the Mom behind the closed front door jumping up and down. Not me, I watch the clock. I wonder what they are doing. I look forward to hearing all about their adventures that day! I set alarms on my phone so when it rings I know they will be home soon. I get excited every time I see them walk up the steps and come through the front door. Now don't confuse this enthusiasm , I do plenty to pass the time while they are gone but in the back of my mind I am always looking forward to when they are back in my arms. Once in a while one of them will walk in the front door and say or do something that makes me wish that they were gone again and that I could go right back to missing them.
I have told this to some who have suggested I homeschool my children. My fits of giggles that follow let them know how ridiculous of a thing this is for them to have suggested. Homeschooling is one of those fantastic feats I know better then to try. In this same category is cliff diving wearing one of those wing suits or jumping over a moving car. These activities should remain in the hands of experienced professionals. Many of my friends homeschool their children and I admire them as someone who cant carry a tune looks up to an opera singer. My feelings are that if I am already screwing them up emotionally why would I want to mess with them educationally? Plus I could not spell myself out of a hostage situation.
"Ok Faith we will let you and everyone here go if you can just spell the word...."
Interrupting I'd say: "everyone get comfortable.."
The bar has been set so high by my friends that do homeschool I could never keep up anyway. My best friend Kimberly post pics of a lot of the activities she does with her boys. Things like fashioning a cave out of the dining room table and letting them crawl in and create cave drawings. I would like to go to her school. I know she could teach me things I did not retain my first time through. Another family learns and memorizes almost everything to music. You walk into their house and hear in the background the tune of yankee doodle but the words are a timeline of Egyptian kings. I need to do this with my internet passwords.
I remember the first time I overheard Larry at preschool age singing a song I know I did not teach her. My heart broke just a little and Mr. LbF had to console me. But that was just the beginning of the things they would come home having learned. The first day of 1st grade Curly came home and I over heard her singing "Copulation means one-two-three". I quickly corrected her to say "calculation". Being Curly she tried to argue with me. So I explained calculation was to add and subtract, copulation was just to add and not till you're married.
Every year they learn things I could never teach them. And Larry is pretty close to figuring out I could not pass her 4th grade spelling test. But for now I will revel in the fact they think I have all the answers as soon as they pass through the door!