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The Beauty of Homeschooling

I thought it would be good to follow up my last post, which expressed my frustrations of teaching my son to read, with a positive one about homeschooling.

I am hoping that all homeschooling moms wonder what they are doing and question the decision to homeschool . . . I do. I worry about that too, because I only started homeschooling last year and my son is only a first grader!

In the first few weeks of this year, I have had a "crisis of faith" so to speak concerning homeshooling. I am a scheduler and one of the reasons I chose the curriculum I did because everything is laid out . . . you can choose a four or five day school week and it tells you what to do each day all the way from week one to week thirty-six. But, if we do not stay on track, I find myself getting stressed. I think about the fact that we are behind and I wonder how we will catch up.

Last week a providential meeting occurred that helped to change my attitude a bit. I took the boys on a field trip to the Science Museum. While there, I started talking to a homeschooling mom with 5 boys. She mentioned that while the homeschooling days are going on at the museum, she brings her boys most of the days for the three weeks. At first, I thought that that was really nice. Then, I started to get anxious . . . what does she do for the rest of the subjects, gosh, she must get behind! Then, it stopped. I stopped. No, that is the beauty of homeshooling. Making your own schedule. Working at your child's pace. Spending all the time you want on one subject for a time and then focusing on another.

I am sure God meant for me to meet that woman. She does not know it, but simply telling me what she is doing right now, in her homeschool, has greatly affected mine. I needed that gentle reminder. I needed to relax. We have only had a few days of school since that day, but I have noticed a shift in my focus. I have changed our daily school schedule so that our morning naturally flows into school. J begins his work while I am finishing the morning dishes. I give him so much more freedom to work on his own. He reads better and relies on himself more when I am not sitting next to him. He works faster too! I do not worry if we are behind of my own, self-imposed schedule. That is the beauty of homeschooling.

I hope that this attitude continues. And if I need a gentle reminder during the year (I am sure I will), I know God will place another angel in my path at just the right time.


  1. Isn't God amazing? I love it when he gives us kisses on the head like that one.

  2. That's why God gave you me as a friend...when my kids were your kids ages we did about 4 hours a week...and not during fall and spring when we were too busy playing outside+++

  3. Totally! Your schedule is a tool, not a taskmaster [smile].

    May you continue to rest in the joy of homeschooling.


  4. This is neat. I haven't started homeschooling yet, but I will be the same way. This was a helpful post.

  5. I can totally relate to this post! I feel the same way so often. in fact, every time I start to freak out, someone that comes into my path that day, has a word of wisdom...the exact word I need to hear, even if I never thought I did. For example, after one recent stress out session, my SIL calmly stated, "Don't worry about falling behind, you have 365 days to complete your "school year". You are not bound by the 5 days a week, 9 months a year schedule." It was a good reminder for me!


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