Today was our last day of homeschooling.
And I feel a mixture of relief and heartache.
A year ago, I tossed and turned at night, wondering what to do about the upcoming school year.
My children were breaking down over their zoom meetings- unable to come to the computer, overwhelmed with tears over the strangeness of virtual learning.
I knew Covid was only going to get worse in the winter months and feared what the school year would bring. But I also feared how we would cope and adapt to homeschooling. Would my children miss their friends? Would they become hermits? Would I lose my mind?
Ultimately, I went with my gut and in September, we dove right in. Pre-K, 1st and 3rd grade.
In the course of this past school year, I’ve taught my daughter in Pre-K how to read, helped my first grader graduate from a beginning reader to fluently reading chapter books and taught my third grader multiplication, division, and through rich literature, discussed real-world issues like racism and poverty.
In other words, I killed it! We nailed it. We had the absolute BEST time homeschooling, usually in our pajamas, ending by noon every day to spend the afternoon outside swimming, biking and playing. Better yet, my husband was working from home so we had lunch together almost every day. In so many ways, I want to freeze time and keep on, keepin’ on.
But time continues to pass. My children are growing older. Our babysitter is off to college in the fall (for real this time after deferring her first year because of Covid) and my husband will likely return to the office soon.
I struggled over the decision as to whether to continue homeschooling next year or to return them to our beloved public school in the back of our neighborhood. But as amazing as this past year was, continuing to homeschool next year felt like holding onto a relationship that had passed its prime. It was good while it lasted but my gut tells me it is time to move on.
Life is a work in progress. A series of never-ending surprises. Having four children has taught me to roll with whatever comes my way and in the midst of it all, revel every moment. And this past year, we did just that. That time we homeschooled. A year we’ll never forget.
2 thoughts on “That Time We Homeschooled”
You have a great attitude about homeschooling and transitioning away from it. I’m glad you are going with your gut feelings and wishing you the best in the fall! Thanks for sharing your story.
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Always honor your intuition! Thank you for sharing a story of growth from the tumultuous last year. My 22 year old was “home schooling” his junior year of college and I am grateful for the unexpected extra time together.
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