Why I'm Jumping Into the Fray.....I have been a homeschooling parent for a total of three years now. I homeschool my soon-to-be 11 year old daughter who we fondly call Punky. She is in the 5th grade. Our reasons for homeschooling are similar to many families, yet, as with all families, varied and personal. Our journey over the last three years has been mostly filled with 'misses', yet we move forward because we still believe it is the right choice for us. Over the course of these three years, I have scoured through books and the internet looking for help, answers, resources, and anything else that even pertained to homeschooling. I found A LOT. Too much really. So much in fact, that I was reminded of a story the AVC teacher relayed to my class in my Senior year of high school. And yes, I am old enough that they were still teaching Americanism vs. Communism when I was in high school. It was the story of a Russian woman who had immigrated (fled) to the U.S.A. She was standing in the grocery store trying to choose a toothpaste and after looking upon all the options, she broke down in tears. She said that in her country there were only two choices and having so many choices was just too overwhelming. I was a bit like that Russian woman.
I know that it is AWESOME how far homeschooling has come (thanks to all the pioneers)! There are now more options than there are days in a homeschooling year for how to homeschool, what resources to use, and other opportunities for our children to partake. That doesn't make it any less overwhelming though. Adding to my 'dilemma' was the fact that I just don't 'fit' into a slot. I didn't want to do school at home, but unschooling seemed too scary. I didn't want to use boxed curriculum, but I needed guidance and didn't want to have to write my own curriculum. We are not an 'organized religion' type of family (a sore point to some - as I reside in the Deep South) and I want secular materials. I wanted to be 'relaxed' but my anal retentive side wouldn't allow for that to happen with any real comfort. Furthermore, I'm not 'that' mom. I don't bake. Heck, I hardly enjoy cooking. I don't sew, quilt, knit, needlepoint, or anything of the kind. I suck at crafts. I am not 'arty'. I don't live on a farm or in the woods, nor am I raising my own chickens or any other livestock for that matter. I'm not technologically savvy (it's a miracle I was able to figure out how to start this blog) and I don't love science. I could go on, and I probably will in future blogs, but I think you get the idea.
All the resources I found, all the creative ideas I gleaned from some awesome homeschooling mom's websites, all the inspiring stories - yeah, well....none of it was me. It didn't work FOR ME and I've learned that what doesn't work for me, isn't good for my daughter and our homeschooling experience because I'm too freaked out and stressed trying to do things that do not come naturally to me, to enjoy the journey and then she is miserable too.
It was in the last six months that I began to seriously question what 'type' of homeschooler I am. The
Since I couldn't really find 'me' in the homeschool blogs, I decided to join the bloggers and ramble on about our journey here. First, so that there would a diary, of sorts, for us to look back on one day or our journey, second, so I have a creative outlet of my own, and third, in case anyone else out there is an 'inappropriate homeschooler' too. I won't be posting resources I created myself (but I love those moms who are kind enough to do so), pictures of the cool projects we finished (ours usually turn out wrong somehow), or anything else that you'd more than likely find on all those fantastic homeschooling mom's blogs. Nope. All you'll find here, for the most part, are my occasional rants and my ramblings, which some say I do very well. I'll ramble on about homeschooling, raising a daughter, being a military wife, and any other nonsense that strikes my fancy. And if you join me, I hope you'll be entertained along the way. The only thing I can guarantee is that in one form or fashion, I will be inappropriate.