Let it not be said that I begrudge being a homeschool parent. I absolutely love being able to spend each day with my daughter. But….after over 13 years of spending each and every single day with my daughter 24/7, without a single babysitter or day off since she came home from the NICU when she was born, the exception being, the one night after her hernia surgery when she was a baby……well…..there are a few days where I start to question what the heck I am doing.
At first, homeschooling was a breeze. I mean, seriously, Kira learned her ABC’s at two and was reading by three. It seemed only logical that I foster this young prodigy and help her learn at her extremely rapid pace. Flash forward to a teen ager with a teen ager’s angstitude. Yes, I make up words, but admit it, you know EXACTLY what I mean! There are some days where I feel as though I am in a sinking hole surrounded by dirt, with no way to claw my way out!
I remember the nay-sayers on homeschooling. Mainly my husband’s family. I mean, who wants a pasty white unsocialized freak? Not my words, this is what they said. Actually, I have had friends (using that word loosely here) who actually said homeschooling is a form of abuse that Christian cults use as a way to control! Although I still think they all have a warped sense of what homeschool is all about, those notions and those words stay. Like a cancer, they spread and infiltrate the mind…..especially on those dark days when I wonder if I made the right choice for my daughter, and her future.
Now, Kira will be the first to tell you that she has zero desires to attend a physical school building. Whether it be public or private, Kira is completely against traditional education. I honestly have nothing to do with her opinion on this either. I ask her routinely if she would rather go to school. I have even pleaded with her previously to at least try school. This would be amidst an angstitude moment!
When I first began homeschooling, I told my husband as long as she was progressing and learning to pace with her age range/grade level, I would continue homeschooling. I just never realized what it all entailed. Being a result of the public education system in Miami, I now realize how little I actually had to learn. I was blessed with electives. I personally always chose art or music. How I managed to get by and never have a form of geography, or even economics, is beyond me. My daughter, however, is not afforded such luxury. (That is a joke, it is not a luxury to be ignorant!)
The best part of being a homeschool Mom is learning everything you were never taught, right along with your child!
When days come where rolling out of bed and having to not only illustrate a book, create multiple advertisements for published books, deal with social media for a global company, do the laundry, cook meals, and be mentally alert, but then also have to be an attentive educator arise, and all I want is to sleep happen……what the heck am I to do?!?!?! I had been mentally unplugging. Virtually going on autopilot. Mind you, I did not know I was doing this. I did not know the word NO! In doing this all, I managed to over obligate myself. When I say over obligate, I mean full on 18+ hour days. And these obligations provided virtually no reward of payment, or anything else, for that matter. My autopilot mode had lead me straight towards what could have been a meltdown. Then I visited Only Passionate Curiosity!
Homeschool Rescue. Those words are apt, it is a rescue!
The entire course provides immeasurable content and resources. Whether you watch the videos or read the transcripts, (this is what I did as I read as Kira was amidst her lessons) you realize you are not alone! Additionally, the Facebook group also provides an even greater sense of inclusion. Learning you are not the only Mom doubting every move you make is certainly a relief!
I personally was ready to jump straight to module 5. However, I am glad I did not. Each module presented key points and valuable resources for our homeschool.
I only wish this was available when I first began teaching Kira. However, I do believe all things happen for a reason. This came just in time for me personally. My burnout was about a week away, in all honesty. Between my health, my increased workload, and Kira’s angstitude, I began drastically doubting everything I was doing.
The 60 day planner alone was a God send.
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