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The older I get, the weirder I get. Part #1

This will be a series on my changing life. How I have grown and how my thoughts and philosophies have changed. Basically, how I have gotten weirder!! Now I say weirder because, I once thought all of this was weird . . . read on . . .

This past week we went to a Couple to Couple League Conference (It was amazing!!!). This was a family event, so we all went and had a good time. Now, I was a little nervous going. We are not a teaching couple and although I know a few teaching couples, I kept on thinking everyone who would attend the conference would be like the teaching couple we had before we got married. They were a sweet couple, but they were a bit odd (in high school we would have said strangely, uniquely, different). My fear was that everyone at the conference would be like them (except for me, of course). Well, at the end of the last day, my husband said . . . "I was so happy to see how normal all the families were." "Yes, they were just like us," I replied. "Unless, of course we are now weird too!" Pete replied!! So, this is why I am "weird" . . . HOMESCHOOLING

To me, now, homeschooling, does not seem so strange. It is huge in our community and I know tons of families that do it. I even tutor for a home school group in our area. But, if you were to tell me several years ago that I would home school, I would have told you you were crazy.

I loved school. I loved all of it and I would work hard. I thought tests were tedious, but I was addicted to the thrill of getting a good grade on a test (okay, I am really weird). That was how I measured success. I figured it would be the same for my kids. They would go to school and I would measure their level of knowledge by the grades they got.

Over the past few years, I have met more and more homeschooling families. must admit, their kids are some of the smartest I have ever met. They are the most studious and are some of the hardest working kids I have encountered (and I was a counselor at one of the best catholic high schools in the Detroit area), and they are done with schoolwork by noon!!

These are the kids and families that have changed my mind about homeschooling. So, now, my son is 5 and will be embarking on kindergarten this fall. He will be doing it with me as his teacher.

There are several reasons why I want to home school. Maybe some day, I will expand on each of these:

1. I LOVE my kids. I want to be around them as much as possible. I want my kids to have a relationship with each other. My boys love each other a bunch. They love playing together. If Joshua were to go to school, he would be away from me and his brothers most of the day. Relationships would suffer needlessly.

2. Joshua LOVES to learn. Most kids are not conventional learners. They were not made to sit at a desk all day long and do worksheet after worksheet. My son is no different. He loves history and science and I want to foster his love for those things through school. I know his personality and what he likes and does not like, and I know a day full of worksheets and struggling through handwriting and reading would turn him off from school and learning. I want his natural inclinations to take the lead and create a real passion for learning.

3. I believe home school is the best school. Public and private schools have declined so much in so many ways. Our schools are suffering and our children our suffering in schools. Even my mom, who was a public school teacher her whole life, admits she would not send a child to public schools anymore. I believe that my kids can get the best, most complete education at home, from me, who knows them best and can attend to them better than any teacher in a room full of 30 children.

4. I want my boys to get a good moral and spiritual foundation. In the world we live today, where we wonder where morality went, I want my sons to be beacons of light for the world. I want their foundations to be built on the rock of Jesus Christ. Although, it can be done when they are in school, I believe that a school environment, whether public or private, often fills the kids with the values of the world and NOT CHRIST. Often, schools try to erode the work we do at home. I want my kids to not be naive to the world and I want them to live "in the world", but I want to build them up so that they have the opportunity to live in Christ and not be "of the world."

If homeschooling makes me weird, so be it . . . I want the best for my children and I want to follow God's will for raising them. If that makes me look like a fool in the eyes of the world, that is OK with me!

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