When it is really hot and dry outside, children can suffer from lack of sunlight and exercise.We want them to enjoy fresh air and full range of movement, daily, but of course, no one sends them outdoors to play, with the goal of heat exhaustion!
We know how water helps, yet, not everyone can afford or even wants a facility for swimming. This is when a small wading pool serves best.
Children playing in water are cool enough. And in this small water element, these large children will not drown.
Although we might predict these children, who know how to swim, might find such a puddle boring, I remembered the fun I had in my childhood and decided to give it a try.
Success! They completely emptied it three times before they tired of this game of splash. They were pleasantly tired and satisfyingly rosy-cheeked when they clamored at the back door for some lunch. They even napped afterward, at their age!
When I have no small visitors, how easy to empty and dry this pool for storage!
At $10.00, it was a great bargain.
Why would anyone want to surrender this moment to someone else? Home’s cool!
Motivations regarded most important for homeschooling among parents in 2007. Source: 1.5 Million Homeschooled Students in the United States in 2007 Issue Brief from Institute of Education Sciences, U.S. Department of Education. December 2008. NCES 2009–030
Every summer, it begins again: Some people must check it out — Are we really supposed to be doing this home schooling thing? Really? Are we sure?
There is a reason for that: They worry about their children’s futures. Of course, this is the function of parents, but because home schooling is so “new”, many are unaware of what the future holds.
With that in mind, I submit the following long post. Hope you enjoy it.
I have to say there is definitely a future for your home-educated child. Many predict that is impossible. They don’t understand.
I know, because I have been to the future.
My husband and I, together with what were to become some of our dearest friends, began home schooling about 30 years ago. Can you believe that? I almost cannot. It was nearly unheard of, back then. There were no home-school web sites, no support groups, no magazines, no newsletters, and almost no other people to . . . well, I guess you could say we are antiques.
Some thought we were breaking the law.
Our families would not speak to us.
We did not know where the adventure would go, but we did know where WE would not go. Home schooling cost us in many ways (but not much, monetarily) and we knew we could never throw away such a costly advantage.
That was enough to keep us going, back then.
Now days, though, people are seeing fruit. We’ve been there and done it and some of us have written the books. In some cases, we literally have helped the colleges rewrite their admissions policies to accommodate us. Our children have gone to college, passing CLEP tests, and earning scholarships. I relate this to show that entering college is much easier for home scholars, now, because schools court us.
Yes, in these days of crumbling social skills, the colleges still know how to woo parents.
Does this startle you? It should not.
Think for a moment: The national study that delineates what causes improved learning reads as if someone had been watching our home schools. Everything that home schooling parents do, from start to finish, is in that study. Unknown to us, or to them, ours is the only set of circumstances deliberately designed to enable the teacher to do everything right.
So, of course, our children are set up to succeed.
Then, surprise, surprise: another study, one that investigated who was doing best in college, found that it was not the public, nor the private schools, but home scholars, all grown up, crunching the books.
No wonder people want our kids.
Mention homeschool and you get the job. Have you noticed that? We have. In any imaginable field, what we are speaks so loudly, they do not need to hear what we say. It is the life-style, the diligence, and the discipline, which make us attractive.
People wish they could be like us.
Lacking that, they hope to hire our children. It is as if they are casting a vote for our way of life, by helping our children along. In this wrong, wrong world, they have found something that is dependably right, RIGHT, RIGHT, and they like it. So many people are so glad simply to see a clean, healthy young person who does not have a chip on his shoulder—it just makes their day, gives them hope, eases their worries a little.
It should.
You see, somewhere, deep inside every person, is the witness that the Lord’s ways are altogether good and right. Some people will never acknowledge that, but they cannot help but be glad when they see something they can recognize as good and right, whether they acknowledge it as coming from the Lord or not.
They have seen plenty of the other results, of the world’s ways.
There is not a person on this earth, I hope, who thinks it is good that children are murdered at school. No one thinks that the children should be blowing up the schools. Who, in his right mind would approve of drug dealing in the hallways?
So we agree that we should go on with this home-school idea, although we do not feel like it, maybe. The days come, though, when we don’t think that we can do it, right?
Why not?
Some of us are undisciplined.
I have heard it so often: “I don’t have the patience (organizing skills, energy, time, or whatever) to home school.” We have always answered with, “Neither did we. But we wanted to acquire those skills, and home schooling taught us how.” Actually, though, it was the Lord teaching us new heights of self-discipline. He wants to do that for all of His children.
We need a new perspective on life in general, and on home schooling in particular. If God has given us children, for their sakes we must begin to concentrate on the after effects of our actions with them. We dare not come to the end of our schooldays saying,
“I just did not have my act together.”
Some of us are just tired.
As your children age, guess what—you do too. Bones hurt, and muscles weaken and stiffen. What would you do if you worked in a public school and your joints were bothering you? Would you still get up and go to work? Of course you would. If you did not even care about the children who were depending on you to teach them, you still would think about the principal, school board, and superintendent and their responses.
Well, now your husband is your principal, your support group is your school board, and God is your superintendent. You can go on. Otherwise you must someday say,
“I just grew weary in well-doing.”
Some of us are afraid.
We think we do not have what it takes to teach higher levels. I want to encourage you by saying that although I only made “B’s and C’s” in high school math, I could remember what I had learned, thirty years later, well enough to help my children puzzle out their problems.
The moral is that if you ever learned it, it probably is still “up there” somewhere amongst the clutter of your busy mind.
Actually, what I found, was that from phonics to geometry to history and beyond, I never really learned much in the state institution that I went to, and am just now beginning to appreciate and retain these facts. I never learned to write until after all my formal schooling was over.
Maybe it is just that you learn more when you teach. I know the home school methods have been “officially pronounced” the best for actual learning. You actually, probably do have all you need to teach your older children. The parts you forgot are about to be remedied—something you have needed for a long time. It will not be good to come to the end of the school journey saying,
“I gave up because I was afraid.”
Some of us truly did not ever study some subjects.
Perhaps you were in an institution that emphasized sports or movies, or did not teach.
Maybe somehow you escaped or fell through the cracks or quit or just could not grasp it.
Perhaps you had or have a learning disability yourself.
Mother, please, please do not think you are excluded or disqualified from the joy of finishing your older children’s education. There are several ways to make it happen:
There are entire courses of lecture available on video or audiotapes. You do not have to know anything except how to pop in a tape.
There are your friends at the support group. Ask and discover who is good in English or math. Realize that they probably would be, and rightfully should be, very glad to support you in your endeavors.
There are the people in your community, who want to cast their vote in your direction, as I was saying. One of my best friends, a college math teacher who has remained childless, delights to answer my questions, although they usually are way below her level of expertise. I try not to wear her out, but if I am stumped (which happens in algebra II) I call her. She loves it so much and we have a good conversation to top it off.
You can find this type of help, too. You dare not send your child back into the same system that failed you. There has to be a better way. Learn with your child. Otherwise, all you can say, at the end, is,
“I didn’t try hard enough.”
Some of us fear that we will somehow harm our children.
As long as you realize this possibility exists, and as long as you dread it, you are precisely the person who should be teaching your children. People who think they can do no wrong do not approach children with a good sense of dread of error. They are the ones who lead them astray, use them for guinea pigs in psychological experiments, and just plain teach them wrong.
I will not tell you that you will never make a mistake.
I certainly could not tell you that from my own experience.
If you care this much about your child, though, casting him into the public arena is what you must NEVER do. This is nearly guaranteed to harm your child. Keeping him near the life of God in you is what he needs. Even if you make mistakes, he can learn from them, too.
According to Solomon, those who fear harming the children are the ones who should raise them and not any others who could not be able to care as much. Do not plan someday to say,
“God’s grace was not sufficient.”
I am past fifty years old and (at the time of the original writing) still have two teens to finish schooling. Sure, I am tired, some days. (Who isn’t?)
Yes, I have to look up things or reread the teacher book, some days. (The same for cookbooks.)
Of course, I have to find someone to help me, some days. (With plumbing, with doctoring, and with schooling.)
And, I have, I have made mistakes, missed the mark, some days. (In possibly every aspect of life.)
Nevertheless, there is one thing I do every day—I look into the eyes of my children and see clear-headed humanity looking back at me, not mass-produced confusion. That is life—true life.
Not long after the Planned Parenthood abortion business endorsed our presumed president in his bid for re-election, the White House pledged its opposition to a common sense bill that would ban sex-selection abortions. Why? Because the “president” is more concerned about subjecting abortion practitioners to prosecution than targeting gendercide.
“The government should not intrude in medical decisions or private family matters,” the White House said.
Private family matters? Personal medical decisions?
In China and India, millions of baby girls are killed in the womb, in grisly infanticides, or even sold not long after their birth by couples who don’t want a girl baby and can’t try for another child under the one-child policy. Those practices have resulted in a huge gender imbalance in those nations.
But when pro-life advocates in the United States sought to prevent such practices here, our “president” told us it’s not our business whether girls are killed specifically because they are girls since it’s a “private family matter.”
What kind of family makes murder a private family matter, anyway?
BREAKING: The House of Representatives failed to pass a bill that would ban sex-selection abortions. With a 246-168 vote, the bill did not obtain the two-thirds majority necessary to pass. Republicans voted for the bill on a 226-7 margin while Democrats opposed banning sex-selection abortions on 161-20 vote margin.
The bill would have made it a federal offense to knowingly do any one of the following four things: (1) perform an abortion, at any time in pregnancy, knowing that such abortion is sought based on the sex or gender of the child; (2) use force or threat of force . . . for the purpose of coercing a sex-selection abortion; (3) solicit or accept funds to perform a sex-selection abortion; or (4) transport a woman into the U.S. or across state lines for this purpose. However, a woman upon whom a sex-selection abortion is performed may not be prosecuted or held civilly liable for any violation.
Just thought you ‘d like to be up to date on what our options have become. Not life, of course, not if we’re female, that is.
I’ve recently been seen at a site that advances the idea that it’s okay to kill babies because unattached sperm “dies”, unattached ovums “die”, and malformed embryos die. So why not kill babies?
I am so saddened by this. For one thing, I love babies. I could happily work as a babysitter all my life, if I believed in farming babies out. But I don’t.
The thought of killing such an innocent, pretty, thing, just because it is in the way, nauseates me. It’s like bashing in the heads of kittens or defacing priceless works of art for fun, or something, only far worse, because the realization that a baby is a fellow-human intensifies my identification with it.
And if it does not move or sadden you, I challenge your humanity.
I can remember being a baby. It’s not too unusual for someone to remember something from babyhood. My mom and I figure I was probably 3 months old when my dad got a crew cut and all his gorgeous black waves were gone, revealing a pale forehead. My mother says I screamed when I saw him. I don’t remember the screaming, but I do remember the event. I remember I was surrounded with the quilted white satin liner of the bassinet where I lay, and I remember his grinning face appearing over the edge of it, so traumatizing because of being wrong, missing the hair. I remember his reaction to me, his surprise and a sort of hurt look on his face. I would not have known all the details except that I asked my mom about the bassinet and my memories, causing her to recall that day, to remember how they later thought it must have been the haircut that scared me. She filled in many details, but I — I remember it.
Is anything wrong? Are murder and theft wrong?
Of course.
And we need to ask ourselves why. Why is it wrong to kill someone? Why is it wrong to take something that is not ours? Why is it wrong to hate? Why is anything wrong?
We need to figure that out for many reason, but the reason I want to address is this: The stakes are rising. The latest, the new right/wrong that people are beginning to feel comfortable with is the selective attack on women that is permeating the whole world, INCLUDING THE U.S.A. Men and women are stealing, raping, and killing women for the mere reason that they are women, and no other reason.
Are we crazy?
Whether women, just because they are women, are sold, abused, or killed, can we all say, “It is wrong,” without being challenged?
I found a quote that glorifies motherhood and debated whether it is self-glorifying. I decided it praises the office of motherhood, not any particular person, and is beneficial to consider, I think, so here it is.
I’ll be speaking at a home schooling convention this weekend and must finish my PowerPoint slides, iron, and who knows what else, these next three days, so you’ll excuse me if I’m absent, I know. I’ll likely have time to reply, but not to post. If you get too bored, do not forget to slip over to the new site: TheConqueringMom.com, and leave a comment or suggestion! Thanks!
“A mother…by her planning and industry night and day, by her willfulness of love, by her fidelity, she brings up her children. Do not read to me the campaigns of Caesar and tell me nothing about Napoleon’s wonderful exploits. For I tell you that, as God and the angels look down upon the silent history of that woman’s administration, and upon those men-building processes which went on in her heart and mind through a score of years;—nothing exterior, no outward development of kingdoms, no empire-building, can compare with what mother has done. Nothing can compare in beauty, and wonder, and admirableness, and divinity itself, to the silent work in obscure dwellings of faithful women bringing their children to honor and virtue and piety.” Henry Ward Beecher