I’ll admit it. I’m the quintessential overly-involved mom.
The worst of the worst, I home schooled my kid K-7. And I loved every minute.
In seventh grade my daughter sat me down and had the talk.
“Mom, I love you. Home school has been great, but I need a life. I want a best friend. And a boyfriend. And I NEED a real math teacher. I want to try jail school in the fall.” (I’d always affectionately referred to conventional schools as “jail school”, so in her mind, she was using the proper term.)
I knew it was coming. I’d seen her asking a million questions of her public school cousins, asking to go to their school events, getting crushes on boys they knew. I think in my heart I knew it had only been a matter of time.
I waited for her in the car after her first day of public school. When she came skipping out of the building grinning ear to ear, it was bad enough, but when she went on a 30 minute tangent about her amazing teachers and how much she’d already learned…well, it was kinda hard to take. She LOVED public school. She loved her teachers. She made friends easily. She was already talking about joining a drama club, and a green science club, and then she told me about the boy in the lunch room…and I knew. It was over. Any sick horrible hope I had that she’d hate school and want to come home…was crushed like a fruit roll-up under a school bus tire.
Kid made all A’s her first year of school ever. Her teachers gushed about wanting 30 more just like her. Ugh. And it just got worse. The next year, when she started high school, it was more of the same. She took to formal academia like an obsessed crazy woman…which my husband and I found really interesting, because we were extremely relaxed home schoolers who never tested her, never had deadlines, and in all honesty, never used a formal curriculum.
We were guided by a single principle for elementary education. Elementary kids should read a little, write a little, and do a little math ever day. We read to her at least an hour every day. We listened to her read to us. Our house had a culture of reading and investigation and we all participated.
We took her to the library twice a week, and we encouraged her to follow her own interests and come up with her own projects. We supported her investigations and pretty much just road in the back seat of her education while she drove.
I’m not advocating this system of education for anyone else, and I know it wouldn’t work for all students, but we loved it and it seemed to work out really well for us.
I just wanted to put the word out…that home school kids…even very unstructured home school kids…can make the transition to formal education settings. They don’t all suffer crushing shyness or social dysfunction. (some do, and I imagine a similar proportion of traditional schoolers do, too)
My kid graduated salutatorian of her high school class. I never once asked her if she’d done her homework, but I always dropped everything and helped if I was ever asked, which was rare as to being nonexistent. I cautioned her about taking too many demanding, challenging classes. She defied my voice of moderation and sanity, and took every AP class she could cram into her schedule. And she mastered them.
Sometimes I feel like one of those poor birds who laid an egg, and a parasitic species flew in and kicked my egg out of the nest and laid its own alien egg for me to raise. But I swear to God, I saw this kid come out of my body, and she has her Dad’s feet. My husband and I are laid back hippy people. We would have been happy if our daughter had been an artist, or a chef, or a plumber or something. Instead, we got this weird academic person who seemed as puzzled by us as we were by her.
My kid is a microbiology major at the University of Michigan these days. She works part time for a research lab at the college during the school year, and full time in the summer at a biological station, helping researchers to study biofuels and switch grass and the microbial fungal communities of snail guts (God knows why, and if I ask my daughter she just goes into a rant like the professor on Gilligan’s island and it makes me laugh with disbelief and pride). She has an apartment with a roommate she loves, a full social life, and she’s planning to go to grad school.
If you happen to be a home school kid, or the parent of a home school kid wondering if home schooled kids do ok in college? They can, and they do. They even go into research disciplines and STEM…which you constantly hear reports of being anomalous and non-existent among the home schooled. (By the way, we’re also not remotely religious and we haven’t forbidden buttons on clothing, R rated movies, or access to birth control…lol)
I will say that home school kids need a bridge. I think they need time to develop functional independence, and the opportunity to transition to traditional learning. They might get this by switching to public school for high school like my kiddo did, or by taking high school classes at community college, or working a job or apprenticeship… but there has to be a bridge to functioning inside the expectations of traditional academia. They need the space to be self regulating, and self accountable. They need independence from us, because it’s a developmental necessity.
But yeah, if your home schooled kid is ten years old and spends his day building rivers in mud puddles and creating architecture on minecraft, and loves to take everything apart in the garage? Don’t mess with him. He’s on the right track. Squeeze in some reading, some writing, and some math, and spend the day helping him research combustion engines and hydronic power. Elementary education doesn’t have to look like a mini version of college. It can be full of wonder and joy. I always felt my primary job as an elementary educator, was to get my kid to fall head over heals in love with learning. Seems to have worked out:)
And It’s ok to do things different.