What I Miss About Homeschool and What I Love About Public School


Almost two years after deciding to enroll our kids in the local public school, here is the state of the household.



What I Love About Public School:

I have greater stretches of uninterrupted time to myself. My time planning homeschool lessons and activities is replaced by helping with homework, but my time is more compartmentalized, which has helped me be more productive.

Having our youngest son in a classroom of other kids allowed us to confirm that he was struggling in specific ways compared to his peers and get him the right kind of help.

My kids' teachers are phenomenal. Their schools are remarkable. For all the strange illogical decisions we make as a society about education, the adults around my kids are balanced, compassionate, and well-educated. 

It reminds us that we're proud of the ways our family is unique.

It's a pleasure to watch school policies evolve for stronger children.

It's a pleasure to see teachers innovating in a kid-centered atmosphere.




What I Miss About Homeschooling:

Organic work/play/sleep balance.

More time for art, friends, and food.

Being in the family "cocoon" gives you security and contentedness. From that place, creativity springs and curiosity is fed.

The absence of hypermasculinity and status-seeking behavior . . . 
This has been one of toughest things to "undo." 




I used to have an entire category of homeschooling posts on my blog. I could share those experiences forever because I think it's a great idea to question how we do things. Raising kids is kinda one of the most important things. 

Public school has been a good thing for my family.

I continue to ask, "Do our kids still talk to each other? Are they still themselves? Are they hardening their hearts in unhealthy ways?"



My mantra for parenting revolves around 2 things:

Knowing Who the Boss of My Family Is

and

Understanding that we'll become good at the things we spend the most time doing. So we ask, "What do we want to be good at?"







 










2017 Scene and Story #3




This robin graciously let me snap dozens of pictures while he flipped over fallen leaves with his beak and tested the weight of dried twigs.

There were several robins out that day, braving the gusty cool air. This one caught my eye because his rusty red coloring was extra rusty.

He was watching me as I documented his afternoon activities. He was a little puffier on top of his head and on his breast, which gave him a worn out, roughed-up look. 

When he found this weathered crabapple still attached to the branch from last fall, I captured this image just before he flew away.

I imagined him savoring the fermented fruit alone in his dilapidated nest, wishing he hadn't neglected his robin wife who had left him as soon as it was warm enough to seek out a new nesting spot.



Of course, he was wondering why a human was sprawled out on the driveway cradling a used DSLR camera instead of making bread, vacuuming her minivan, or doing other useful human things. 

He probably imagined me opening the image files on my computer and squinting my eyes at the screen hoping to see more in the pictures than was actually there.

He surely smelled my frustration and noted the extra puffy crest of hair on my head, which warned him that I was having a rough day. 

I wasn't - having a rough day, that is. I just tend to look like that sometimes. I enjoyed watching this birdie for a while and promptly ordered a nicer lens for my camera. Next month: sharper images, in better light!



I'm on a journey to take more intentional photos and have joined my friends at Paisley Rain Boots and Sea Blue Lens for their monthly Scene and Story Link-up. Check out their inspiring images and blogs from the heart.