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Dear Sonlight, thanks for "ruining" my son

Dear Sonlight,

I have extolled the virtues of your curriculum a little too much.  I had been duped by the wonderful read-a-louds, core books and readers.  I guess I should have seen it coming, but I did not.  You have ruined my son.

It all started with Core D.  I knew he would like it.  Into to American History, his favorite.  But, it has had some unintended consequences.  We were reading the history books and I remember when the changed occurred.  It was somewhere halfway through The Story of Eli Whitney and Carry On, Mr. Bowditch!

My son started to ask more questions.  He started to say things like, "I want to invent something someday." and, "I want to do something great someday."  And here, I thought, we were aiming for mediocrity.

But then it really happened.  One day he simply said, "I want to learn Latin and French like Nate Bowditch."

Um, really?  My boy who COMPLAINS when we do anything related to the English language.  Another language?  I thought it would pass.  A fleeting thought . .

But, it didn't.  He continued to ask.  And ask. And ask.

So, now, here we are. A new school year.  And a new subject, Latin.  And my son is happy doing it.  There was something in the Eli Whitney and Nathaniel Bowditch stories that inspired him.  Inspired him to reach a bit more and work a bit harder.  Yep, he is ruined for sure. Mediocrity will not suffice. 

So, thank you Sonlight, for ruining my son.  For introducing him to books that I would have had a hard time finding on my own.  I am hoping he will not be the same again!

Sincerely,
Katie

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  1. Katie, thank you so much for sharing this! Isn't it amazing how inspiring people can nudge us forward? May your son continue to find joy in learning so that he goes on to do great things!

    ~Luke

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  2. If I could have "liked" this I would have. Love

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  3. My Mom used Sonlight with us when I was your son's age, and I can remember wanting to learn Latin after my Mom read me Carry On Mr. Bowditch so I could read Principia Mathematica like him. I don't think I got very far with the Latin thing, but I think some of the things I love doing today, like traveling, were shaped very much by those books.

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  4. We don't homeschool, but thanks for the book ideas! Your son will be a future Classics major at Steubenville for sure :)

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