While I was looking on Pinterest for science experiments that explored force and motion, I came across a surprise.
There, was a picture of a school of little black fish going one way and a single one fish going the other way. The caption said, “Do not conform.”
I know that this particular pin was designed to encourage; but for me, it was terrifying. Conforming is safe and comfortable and being that one single fish alone…is scary as hell.
Change is hard and uncomfortable and not something that I seek. I don’t crave new experiences…until other options are exhausted. The decision to turn to homeschooling was huge. It was the opposite of what I had planned for my son and family. I expected that it might be a necessity once we hit middle school and all of the different classes and teachers and required organization became too much; however,we couldn’t wait that long. He couldn’t wait that long.
It’s interesting to me all the emotions that are wrapped up into the idea of homeschooling. The comments that I have received on this subject are more opinionated than any other subject. I find it interesting how parenting topics (stay at home mom vs work out of the home mom, breastfeeding vs formula-fed) really fires people up. Maybe it is because we as parents, work so hard to make the “right” decisions, that other choices must be wrong.
If I’m being honest, before I was a parent…I didn’t get the whole homeschooling thing. I thought it was a bizarre thing to do and I couldn’t understand why anyone would pick that for their child. As a teacher who had received years and years of training, I couldn’t imagine a parent being able to do what I was doing.
I had lots of ideas about parenting before I was a parent.
If I’m being honest, I wish that my son was happy in a traditional school with traditional rules and activities and friends. If I’m being honest, I think that would be easiest. For now, he isn’t and there isn’t anything easy about what we are doing to intentionally provide him with many learning experiences.
If I’m being honest, I wish that we weren’t driven to homeschooling, but honestly…I am glad that I am seeing glimpses of my happy, secure, smiling child.