“Hi, my name is Julie and I think I might be a homeschooler.”
It’s an idea that I’ve had ever since Firefly was a few months old. Which is ironic because I always thought homeschoolers were only very religious, conservative people with no sense of humor and a fear of fashionable clothes.
Then I had a child. And I loved watching him learn things. I loved teaching him things. I loved seeing him discover new things. A few books and internet resources later, and I discovered that homeschoolers come in all shapes and sizes.
And I thought, “Hmmmm.”
Then we had the Queen Bee and not long after, her brother, Love Bug. Wow, was I tired! Firefly did great at a wonderful home-based preschool that I found in our neighborhood and so we sent him off to public school kindergarden. It was fine. He adjusted well, made friends. He learned some stuff. But we found ourselves modifying things at home to a learning style that suited him better. And teaching him lots of other things that didn’t get covered in a half-day of public school kindergarden. Things he was interested in and wanted to learn about. You can read more about our public school experience here.
And then one day, that idea popped into my head again… “I should homeschool him!”
I mentioned this to The Husband. He
rolled his eyes was intrigued. So here we go. Join us for the ride while I post about our homeschooling journey and whatever else is going on in our lives.
Meet The Creek Kids
Firefly, age 7. Interested in all things animal or insect. Prefers to be outside, especially if he is in water, up a tree and/or collecting critters
The Queen Bee. She’s five. Her mission in life is to pick all the flowers on the planet, one dandelion and daisy at a time. She once refused to go to a Princess birthday party, based on the fact that she is not a Princess, but a QUEEN.
Love Bug, age 2. He climbs, he gets into stuff. A lot of stuff. All the time. But he’s cute so we haven’t sold him to the Amish. Not yet, anyway.
Why do we “learn beside a creek”?
My sister and I grew up playing in creeks. It’s fun. We love it. Throwing rocks, skipping stones, wading in the cool water. What’s not to love? I never really thought much about it.
Fast forward to adulthood. My husband and I are driving from The Grand Canyon to Las Vegas. I spy a slice of the Colorado River off of the highway. I am hopping up and down in my seat, shrieking at The Husband, “You must find a way to get off the highway and down there so I can go in that river!” He does and I do. It was wonderful.
He asks, “Why is that when you see a creek/river/lake, you must go and stand in it?”
Me: [staring at him blankly] I don’t know, that’s just what you do.
I think, “Isn’t it?” I didn’t know why I did that.
I call my sister.
Me: Listen. Answer me quick. What’s the first thing you do when you see a creek?
Her: [without skipping a beat] Stand in it.
So now I have kids and I have taught them to stand in creeks too. They love it. They learn a lot there about nature, about weather, about how to help each other not to fall on the big rocks. They are almost always their most peaceful selves when they are exploring, and standing in, a creek.