Today was a harrowing, scary kind of day for a parent. Not all of it, just a few heart-stopping minutes. We had a homeschool field trip across town, and ended up at a local playground for a little while because
We’re something of a mix between structured and unschooling homeschoolers. The structured part is when I make kiddo practice his handwriting and we work on math stuff. The unstructured – it’s a lot of playing. Seriously, a LOT of playing.
The news is depressing. A school shooting. Another #MeToo. A horrible story about abusers hiding behind the label of homeschooling – it’s all just awful. We all want to do something to fix it – do something – anything
There’s a subtle, sometimes unconscious sigh of relief as a homeschooler when you hear the news. The horrible, awful, heart-breaking news of yet another school shooting. For some of us, this is a very real reason that we homeschool.
I’ve heard this sentiment before: “It’s like every gifted child is 2e. Mine is not, but that’s all I ever hear about.” Today, a thread on a gifted group blew up a bit when someone posted a reminder