I wish I still had my original Homeschool Plan notes. I might still have them. Somewhere. In the attic? With handprints and newspaper logs from our re-creation of Lincoln’s birthplace. Noooo, I think that was one craft I didn’t save, but I do have pictures. Somewhere. Maybe in the attic.
Well, it’s sad but I’m not crawling up into the attic to find those plans. Although … we could all get a good giggle, both from watching me climb into an attic, and looking over my plan. I had such a good plan when I first started out. A great plan, even. IF I were going to be a classroom teacher of 25 rather than a mom of two.
I discovered something about myself in those early days of Idealistic Plans meets Realistic Life-living: I really wanted to teach.
That’s not a bad thing, considering I wanted to homeschool my children. Without a teacher’s heart, the children might not have learned what they learned.
But along with my teacher’s heart, I had an ingrained image of what the educational process should look like. And by golly, my now school-age kids were gonna learn. While they sat in a desk.
Yah, well. That lasted about two days. And we only had one desk. I never got around to buying the second one. I didn’t want to make my second child cry, too.
My plan was to teach. But their plan was to learn.
In the end … and in the middle … and in the early days, we all learned. And we all taught. And we all learned to listen … to one another.
I’m so glad I listened!
I like to teach and I learned how to teach … from my children.
What are your children teaching you?