As of this writing our two sons are 17 (Thing 1) and 13 (Thing 2). That puts them in the 12th and 8th grades. We’ve homeschooled from the beginning. I mean the very beginning. We started Thing 1 with a very gentle PK3 program in 2001. Little if any academics took place. But there was a schedule and planned activities and it was a test for the adults. It was far more about seeing if we’d really do what was planned than any schooling Thing 1 “needed”. Turns out we were able to follow the plan so we kept up the schooling. Every time we questioned the decision to homeschool we said, “This is what’s working for us now.” and kept on going.
That little 3 year old boy is now a 17 year old strapping young man who is months away from heading off to college.
Thing 2 (who wasn’t even born when we started homeschooling) is a smart-mouthed, sassy, clever, adorable boy who hates school with a passion right now. It’s not unusual to find him still working at 7 or 8 at night. I guess he thinks if he stalls long enough he won’t have to do it.
It’s been an terrifying, exciting, exhausting adventure. We’ve been filled with joy over newly acquired skills, fears over skills that don’t seem to come on time and just plain fatigue at getting up and doing it all over the next day. The journey has been long and short, joyful and heartbreaking, fun and frustrating. And I wouldn’t trade a minute of it for the world.