… yes, I normally do. If there is some reading that needs to be done, or videos to be watched, I still have my homeschooler do some work.
Minimal? Yes. But she knows when it is just one day off for her sisters, she will have a couple small things to do for the day.
Am I mean and overbearing, or do you think this is no big deal?
7th grade consisted of buying $500.00 worth of books, writing my own lesson plan and schedule, with minimum success.
8th grade consisted of registering at an online academy; again with minimal success.
9th grade has me rethinking this whole situation. Although I know what the basic requirements are for each high school grade in Michigan in order for my daughter to get a diploma, the emphasis will be on the things that interest her. The things she is passionate about, as well as the things that challenge her.
So she is starting French, working through some pre-test SAT books, reading about Joan of Ark, and practicing math skills.
I have no idea what the coming weeks will bring, but I certainly feel much better about this method than the previous ones I have tried.
More to come!
Yes; I am over-the-moon that my introverted 14 year old, whom I home-schooled for 7th & 8th grades because she refused to go to school; is an active, happy Freshman at our local high school.
Am I knocking home-schooling? Never. We had fun, and we learned together. But as a single Mom who works 50 hours a week, it was more than difficult.
To have her come home and be excited as she tells me what happened during her day, and to see her waiting outside for me to pick her up, surrounded by friends; tears and happiness.
I am so proud of her for doing this, because I know as much as she tells me about the exciting things; she is stressed about the halls full of kids she doesn’t know, the teachers asking her questions, and trying to find her way around a 3-story school.
She is determined to belong, while being herself. And that makes me more happy that anything else ever could.
One assignment is left for Erin’s homeschooling. And that will conclude two years of homeschooling. And I will be speeding to the high school with her to get her registered for her Freshman year in public school.
I really do not know how I managed to get through two years of this. And kudos to those of you who do it for much longer, and for more than one child. Most people who have never attempted to homeschool do not realize how difficult it truly is.
Rewarding? Absolutely. And every single grade is hard-earned. I know Erin and I both learned a lot from this experience, but I would be lying if I said I was not thrilled to be done with it.
And I made it clear to Erin and my 10 year old (Cassidy), that no one will ever homeschool again. I hope I can hold true to that. Obviously if there was an issue with the education they were getting at public school, I would have to reconsider that statement.
I am praying with fingers crossed that it never gets to that point.
I did already make it very clear to my homeschooler that she will be doing a report and presentation on this trip for her Social Studies class. Brownie points never hurt 🙂
We saw a lot of amazing things at the Presidential Museum and Library yesterday, and did also tour the Lincoln home. Some of the things we did yesterday are below. We also visited Lincoln’s New Salem today, as well as a local zoo. That post should be up tomorrow.
We are leaving tomorrow so I have a 6-7 hour drive back home; it is also possible that absolutely nothing will get done once I make that drive!
…the more they really do stay the same. Such as parenting. In my case; single parenting. I have been a single parent longer than I haven’t, so it really is the only way of life I know.
As each child grows up and sets new goals, and reaches new milestones, it seems there is another coming right behind them and I get the re-runs of what the first (or second, or third!) one did, with the next one doing the same exact things, only with their own style and flair.
My fourth daughter will never, EVER be able to get anything past me. Not only have her 3 older sisters done and said it all, I remember I basically did the same things myself to my parents when I was growing up.
They do grow up, and move out, and get jobs, but they are still every bit as important to me, and I do not worry one bit less about them as they go from being my little girl to being an adult.
I would be lying if I said I was not anxious to have my kids grown and out of the house. And I try not to lie. Does that make me a bad mom? I know some who think that it does. But when your entire life revolves around your children; their wants, their needs, their achievements, and their failures, you do start to forget what it was you were supposed to be doing with your life. When you do it as a single parent (a single parent who has children that do not visit their father for more than 5 days over Christmas each year), you do sometimes feel like you are drowning in what everyone else wants and needs.
What were the goals I had when I was their ages? I honestly do not remember anymore.
When was the last day that I did not have to take someone somewhere, pick someone up, or have extra kids in my house? It has been so long, I don’t remember that either.
I know I need to take time for myself, and it is not like I don’t try to do just that. But by the time I get done taking care of the responsibilities I have as a parent, there is no time left for me.
Do I love my girls? More than anything! Do I regret having children? Not for a second. But that does not make me a bad person or mother because I am anxiously awaiting my empty nest 🙂
I also get told all the time that I will look back on this time and regret wishing my girls would grow up. Honestly, they are spaced 13 years apart from oldest to youngest, so mathematically, by the time the youngest one is out of the house, I will be well beyond ready for my empty nest.
My oldest is graduating from college in 3 days; I love her, and she was honestly the best behaved out of my four girls, but that certainly does not mean I wish she was 6 years old again. Or 12, or 15.
Thanks, but no thanks. That’s what memories are for; and I will have a heart full to think about, in my empty nest, all peaceful and quiet.