So how long has it been since I've shared something in this space? Over two years. Wow.
Apparently, when you are busy homeschooling it becomes very difficult to write about homeschooling.
That and of course all of my online focus has been spent elsewhere. But my book is done and now I'm taking time to revisit some of my old interests and haunts. Hi.
First Mate is technically finishing 1st grade. I say 'technically' since we are pretty unschooly (okay, completely unschooly) so grades are pretty irrelevant for us. We had to file with the state this year for the first time, so this year was our first "real" year of homeschooling. As much as I anticipated absolutely freaking out about this fact, the "officialness" of it all, I didn't.
Part of this is likely because we (again) last summer looked at several schools near us. Private schools. Public schools. Charters. Progressive schools. All of them. We even applied to a few and got in. However, our reaction to those acceptance letters was angst and uncertainty. Not relief. It became very clear that what we really wanted to do was continue homeschooling.
So we are.
It would be boring and impossible to give an overview of the last two years, so I'll skip all that and jump right into now.
This week? First Mate is learning to read. On Monday he said, "I want to learn to read" so I grabbed our (completely ignored up until now) set of Bob Books and he started cracking the code. By himself. He is thrilled and excited and this is all he wants to do. Just pure fascination and interest in learning something new. He is reading.
I trusted that he'd learn to read when he was ready. Everyone told me it would happen. "Trust him. Let him lead." And while I did believe it or at least very much wanted to believe it the doubts would creep in. Most of his friends who were in traditional schools were starting to read. Sure, there were stories of struggle too, but the bottom line was that they were learning to read. And my kid wasn't. He had no interest. Was I doing the right thing? Should I push him?
But I continued to trust and now here we are. No struggle. No pushing.
So much of homeschooling (or perhaps so much of parenting, it is hard to separate the two in this case) has been like this.
Trusting, trusting, trusting followed by a burst of incredible growth and development.
It's pretty amazing.