“Count to four, mommy!” she screamed at me, as she stormed through the living room. She plopped down on the chair, hands itching to throw something. Her feet drummed against the floor and the chair legs, full of restless energy and frustration.
I could have disciplined her for her tone. Her attitude. Instead, I asked her to ask politely instead of scream and then helped her count to 4.
I knew this day was coming – in fact, I planned it out and set it up to happen this way. As I cleaned out the brushes for one last time and scrubbed paint off the sink (not my sink, thank you fellow homeschooler for loaning your house!) I felt sad. I still feel sad. The absolute worst thing about moving is pulling up the roots you’ve put down.
For your average family, the roots may look slightly different. Homeschoolers have the same relationships too, but homeschool roots are special. Those homeschool roots grow deep, and it really hurts to pull them out of the tight-knight community.
You’ve probably already heard about the higher education scam where wealthy parents paid to cheat the system for their kids. In fact, you’ve probably heard so much about it that you’re both nauseated and bored with the details. Most people that I know aren’t shocked – this is just proof of what we all knew was happening.
Still, I wanted to peel apart how I’m feeling about it. And I do that best by writing.
Last summer when I sat down with the Standards of Learning (SOLs) and planned out our homeschool year, I tossed most of the social studies section in the trash. In Virginia, second grade social studies leans heavily on American history, with emphasis on famous American figures, patriotic symbols and meanings, and early major events like the Revolutionary war.
I never understood the reasoning behind that. Sure, we should understand the basics of our own country’s history, but an overview of history and where we fit in seems more appropriate at this age. Why should American history come before world history?
Eloping is one of those funny words – it has more than one meaning, and most people only know one. The fun one. The “run-off-and-get-married-on-a-whim” kind of meaning. Which makes it really odd and considerably confusing when I write a sentence like this:
Today, my son tried to elope.