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Homeschool Apprehensions

I am planning on starting to home school my son next week. He will be starting kindergarten. My emotions have been all over the place . . . excited, confident, nervous, scared, worried, hopeful, . . . you name it, I have felt it about homeschooling.

I am not questioning the decision. I know it is the right one and I know that this is what God wants us to do. I am pretty firm in my resolve, but the execution of it worries me.

Last night I went to this meeting for new homeschoolers . . . it was called Smoothing the Way. It is a monthly meeting to address topics that typically concern new homeschoolers. I felt like I had a pretty good handle on things . . . I had chosen a curriculum and have all the books, etc that I need. I have planning time scheduled each week and a basic schedule for our days. But, for some reason, I got totally frightened during that meeting. Did I pick the right curriculum? Did I do enough research? Have I planned enough?? Do I really have any clue as to what I am doing?

In the back of my mind, I can hear the many seasoned homeschoolers I know say "Katie, it is Kindergarten. Relax." I have heard countless stories from homeschoolers who have said that they went to the park everyday when their kids were my son's age (and their kids are incredible students now). Yet, still, I worry.

I worry I will not stimulate him enough. I worry I will stimulate him too much. I worry I will not push him enough. I worry I will push him too much. (Maybe someone as histrionic as I am should be barred from homeschooling! :-) )Intellectually I know I will not scar him for life if I mess up kindergarten, but in my heart I am still uneasy about it.

One thing, I am glad to know that I am not alone in some of these feelings. I guess, when you embark on something new like this, you should be a little nervous. Educating your child should be important enough to worry about.

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  1. I am sure you will be a wonderful homeschooler!!! I would say just enjoy the experiences you're going to have....I haven't begun yet but I can't wait to start homeschooling! I just imagine how much they learn from us everyday just by observing and mimicking us.

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