When I was a kid, it was only the kids that were unable to socialize properly that were homeschooled. I think I knew two, a brother sister pair, and I had heard rumors of the other local families that did. And it was always done in hushed tones, because they were kids that were different, kids that had a problem, and homeschooling was the last option available to them.
Now, over twenty years later, I can’t even begin to count the number of people I know that homeschool their children. Families with one child, families with four children. Actually, come to think of it, lots of families with four children for some reason. Families with more than just their own being homeschooled. Families that like the free structure homeschooling provides and the flexibility to pursue the individual interests of the family and the child.
Now, were I to have children, I’d homeschool in a hot minute. Of course, while I’m being honest, I also want the husband that supports me and that makes enough money that we can comfortably afford for me to not work and stay at home with children. And while I’m having a fantasy life it would also be ten years ago so that I’d be 30 not 40 making these predictions. But hey, since I”m getting all hypothetical . . . .
I would love the opportunity. I would welcome the chance to stay at home with my kids and have a hand in their cognitive development that most people don’t get to experience. I would gladly participate in the co-op so that my kids would benefit from the art teacher that gives lessons, the hiking guide that works with various nature and science opportunities. I would relish the fact that timing would be on the pace for the kids and the one that works best for our family structure.
But most of all? I love the fact that the whole thing can be done without an alarm clock. That the schedule is set to what works best for you. That you can wake up in the morning sometime after 6am and still get your day accomplished. That you don’t have to wake up two hours before the sun rises to get people ready and to get in a classroom before dawn.
Selfish? Yes. But it’s the brutal honest truth.