I toy with the idea of homeschooling from time to time. I’m ambivalent about it at best. I have mixed feelings because of my own homeschooling experiences – and I wonder how much of it is to do with my desire to protect Riley from EVERYTHING. Oh don’t mind my neurotic self, she doesn’t get that absolute protection isn’t desirable or even possible.
I can definitely understand some of the benefits of homeschooling, particularly in terms of all the wasted time that traditional schooling entails. And even beyond that, the traditional school environment is not suited to everyone, is inside and more dogmatic than experiential. But I also see it’s limitations. And mine.
The idea of giving up hours of potential free time while the munchkin is at school? Not so hot. And I can’t help but think I’d be doing her a disservice on a social level. Not necessarily in terms of social skills, but in terms of ability to deal with social norms. Like it or not, bullying is a part of everyday life, not just in school. But what’s worse – a nurturing and challenging environment that leaves her ill prepared for the real world? Or a slow, steady desensitisation to human cruelty? I do worry about her sensitivity being annihilated over time. Or, just as bad see her become one of the bullies so akin to the ones who tortured me years ago.
But I’m getting ahead of myself, none of those things happen overnight or without our input or influence. But still my fears hang out there anyway. Nonetheless, I seriously doubt my ability to fulfill the role of educator as well as parent. It blends boundaries that I don’t really want blended. There’s a reason teachers go to university. I’d be pretty arrogant if I thought I could do as good a job by just winging it.
Every now and then it’s a romantic notion. The idea that the majority of education could happen outside four walls. In the kitchen, in the great outdoors, completely tailored to what her needs are – not just the majority. A just as romantic notion is that in her education journey she might come across some teachers that truly inspire her. Not everything in my school experience was tainted with negativity. Along the way I did come across a couple of teachers who changed the course of my life through their passion and dedication. And that’s nothing to be sneezed at.
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