Friday, October 22, 2010

Homeschool vs. "Real" School

Well, since I have been an "insider" for a little over a month now, I would like to share what I have noticed, so far, as the differences or pro's and con's of homeschooling vs. regular schooling.  In this case, the regular school is a "private, classical academy teaching in the Catholic tradition." I expect that this is going to be a recurring topic as the school year progresses.  I will tag these posts alike to make them easier to find.

* First of all, I truly dreaded the morning craziness.  I even dreamed about it for weeks before school started; it was exhausting!  Now, I appreciate that it is much easier to keep to an externally enforced schedule than it is to be self-directed.  I HAVE to be at school by 8:15am.  Period.  And I am.  I was NEVER able to keep to an 8:30 start time for homeschooling.  I allowed too many distractions to pull me out of my routine.

* There is so (SO!) much wasted time in a school setting.  I noticed it quickly and find it really annoying.  Getting the class to settle down, getting everyone to open the SAME BOOK (yes, I am serious), then making sure everyone is on the same page, problem, word, etc., takes a long time.  I cannot even tell you how often I repeat things like page numbers and problem numbers.  Then, once I get everyone in the same place, I have to repeat what I have just taught because someone doesn't understand.  The not understanding part doesn't bother me.  I am there to teach, so I am glad to go back and make sure everyone "gets" the concept.  It's when I am asked to repeat because someone was talking and not listening that gets my goat.  I refuse to repeat myself for those reasons. The amount of wasted time was a shock to me.  I knew there was some, but wasn't aware exactly how much. 

* One of the reasons the (above) wasted time bothers me so much, is that I know if Ethan and I were schooling at home, he would be quite a bit further ahead of where he is now.  Much of this is review for him, and for other kids, also.  Some I feel I am not challenging enough; others are overwhelmed.  Striking that balance is difficult to say the least.

*I love seeing my boys dressed up.  Uniforms are great!  They are learning not to be slobs and are not complaining about the uniforms, so it is all good. Annie is adorable also, but she likes to dress up anyway.

*For some reason, which I haven't figured out yet, I have been keeping current with my laundry (which has always been a struggle for me!)  Maybe it has something to do with needing to have clean uniforms (and I only bought 3 for each child) or time management, but I never expected this would be positively impacted by me working outside the house.

* Because we are not home for most of the day, my house stays clean!  I haven't figured out how to get errands, phone calls, housework,bill paying, etc. done while working full time yet.  I know I don't want to spend my weekends doing that. I am praying that I will figure it out (perhaps after soccer ends). So, I am especially glad that housework is less intensive than it once was.  The quickest way to wreck your house is to homeschool in it...especially with a toddler!!  This is one perk of working outside of my home that I am enjoying!

*There is a "herd mentality" that happens in a school setting.  Kids just tend to go along with other (especially older) kids. I've seen much "kid stuff::" gossip, horseplay, teasing, name calling,  It breeds immaturity. For a homeschooler who wanted to teach her kids to be individuals, this is a disturbing find.  Also discovering that it happens even in a "good" school was surprising and concerning.

*We have met terrific people and families through this school! These are people we wouldn't have met otherwise. Although  they miss their old friends, I am so happy that my kids have made new friends.  I have new friends also, for which I am quite thankful. God is good.

*Also, I get paid for teaching now!  The added income is a blessing.

*Lost intimacy in teaching the faith.  I cannot teach the way I did at home.  When teaching my own kids, there was a heart-to-heart approach designed to touch their hearts and souls; a sharing of a most precious part of myself.  Regular CCD or catechism classes can teach the faith to their heads, but only the love, instructions and living faith of the family can take the faith from their heads and move it to their hearts.  Now, I only teach to their heads.   Of course, we still attend Mass and the sacraments and pray together, but not in the same quantity of time, or with the same intimacy as homeschooling provided.  This is probably my biggest complaint.

* I see the children become a bit "hard and crusty" as they "jockey" for position with their classmates.  Annie, who is used to being the baby and playing with older kids who make a big fuss over her, at first, found the young kids kind of weird (judging from her facial expressions).  I've watched her step away when things get too "pushy/shovey" or loud or rambunctious.  I've seen Sammy (3rd grade) do the same.  My observation is that children tend to develop a hard shell to counter missing their mommies and daddies, spending a good share of every day amongst people who don't love them as parents love their children.  They are good, devoted and loving teachers, but they cannot, not matter how good they are, love each child like he is her own child. I believe children become hardened to this.  Annie is not picking up reading or math as quickly as some of the other kids.  Although she is really excited to learn to read, she just isn't remembering the letters and their sounds.  I am not worried.  I've never had a 4 year old reader.  I have always allowed my young children plenty of play/arts&crafts time/justbeingakidtime. Many, or even most, of the kids in Annie's class have been in preschool/daycare for most of their lives.  Perhaps this early structure "primes" them for earlier formal learning.  I'm not sure.  I do know that my oldest child didn't "click" with reading until midway through 1st grade.  She now is an avid reader with a 3.7 GPA in college.  Annie has no learning disability, she's very artistic and imaginative.  She'll read when the time is right.  What I don't like about it is her possibly being "categorized" as a slow learner.  Right now, she has no idea that she is "behind" some of  the others.  She is still enthusiastic about learning, and her teacher doesn't necessarily think there is a problem either.  I just hate to think about what happens to a child (perhaps older) who does recognize that he or she is "slower" than others and comes to define him or herself that way.  It's just so arbitrary.  And they are so young.
(Actually, I lied above...THIS is my biggest complaint!)

* I love that math gets done every day.  I've seen a strengthening in, not only Ethan's, but all of my students' math skills.  We are using Saxon Math books....my old nemesis, but I have to admit that Saxon's spiral approach tends to produce strong math students.  I'm seeing it happen before my very eyes.

* I am finding it easier to stay on track with my lesson plans.  Not much gets moved from one week until the next.  We get the work in.  It is consistent and regular, something I struggled with as a homeschooler.   It's funny.  I have a class with more than 50% of students who were homeschooled at one time or another.  I mentioned one day how it was harder to stay on track when you are home.  One (non-homeschooled) student expressed surprise.  "Why would it be harder?  I think it would be easier."  It was hilarious to hear the students explain why it is soooo easy to get distracted at home (TV, computer, play station, siblings, etc.)  Gosh, it was like they had all been peeking into my windows! 

* Despite the fact that it is so easy to be distracted during homeschooling, I have discovered EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I have put a child into school, whether it be Isaac taking high school classes, Lexi in college, or now the children at NECA, HOMESCHOOLING HAS PREPARED THEM WELL.  EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.The day or even months when it seems you are not getting anything accomplished (OK, well, maybe Math, but when am I going to get that lesson corrected?  Yeah, and we're doing a lot of reading...ummm, and playing outside counts as nature studies, right?)  Yes, even during those lean, challenging times, homeschooling works. Period.  We had a terrible homeschooling year last year when we were building and moving.  Math was very hit or miss....mostly miss.  This year, in "regular" school, Ethan has the highest math average in his class.  Sure, there are things he hasn't had exposure to that the other students have, but he knows how to study, he knows he is expected to work hard and do his best...and THAT makes all the difference.  He knows education is important because he has seen the sacrifices we have made to give him (and his siblings) the education we think is best. 

*The most precious part of homeschooling is the bond that is created between parent and child.  The strong sense of family.  The intimacy of sharing knowledge, thoughts and ideas.  The deep knowing of a person, especially your own child--how they think, how they learn, how they react.  This is the core of why I chose to homeschool.  This is what I miss the most.

I suppose this is enough for now.  I am getting tired.  Oh yeah, one part of working that I don't like:  not having time to post on my blog!!  I do want to mention how pleased I am that I have the opportunity to work at this school, with the people/families I work with.  Although it is pretty obvious my heart is still home, I am SO thankful for the presence of NECA in our lives. 

Monday, October 11, 2010

It's been a while...

I have considered giving up my blog.  But, I don't want to.  I am having a hard time finding time to write these days, but nonetheless, I want to keep trying to occupy this space with something meaningful.  Right now, though, I think I will just do a quick catch-up. 
*  I am working on a post comparing homeschooling to regular schooling....I've got an "insider's view" now, and new perspective I want to share.

* We spent last weekend in Steubenville, Ohio with college girl on paren'ts weekend.  She celebrated her 21st birthday a few days before.  It was so good to see her and, as always, fantastic to be back in that passionately Catholic atmosphere. 

* While in Steubenville, we attended Mass downtown and heard the BEST pro-life homily EVER!!!  This elderly priest dissected Roe V. Wade (he was a lawyer and did a paper on this faulty legislation!), pointed out that only the Catholic Church insisted that an increase in contraception would lead to an increase in abortion, NOT a decrease as is commonly thought, and this dear man left no doubt in our minds as to whether it is ever OK for a Catholic to vote for a pro-choice candidate.  He was forceful, loving, and very intelligent.  I wanted to stand up and cheer, but I settled for just thanking him for his words.  God bless him.

* This weekend, back here at home, we had a visiting priest who encouraged everyone to "come to the table of Our Lord....even if you haven't been a for a while....yes, I know there are rules, but say an Act of Contrition and get to confession ASAP....there are loopholes..."  Yeah, so not cool.  Pray for Fr. Dan.

* Fall foliage in New England!  What a privilege to live amongst all this beauty!

* We spent Sunday afternoon at an apple orchard, although there are NO apples on the trees.  Really, absolutely NONE!  We had an early spring with a late frost, which killed the buds on the trees resulting in a poor apple crop.  This is the first year in a loooong time, that we havent' picked apples.  Oh how I miss that first crisp, juicy crunch into a Macintosh fresh from the tree....mmmmm, nothing else like it.  We ended up going through the corn maze and doing a scavenger hunt.  It was a fun afternoon and we were blessed with glorious weather!

* Loving the fall weather, but am unable to fully abandon myself to the joy because I know what lurks around the corner....I am not a fan of winter...

* We are adjusting to our new school schedule.  Annie is struggling the most, although she is better and not as teary at school.  Speaking of which, I am way past my bedtime...so, good night, all.  I will be back soon!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Twenty-One


Pictured here with her baby sister (who loves and misses her so much), is my adult college girl, who turns 21 today!  We love you and are so proud of the young woman you have become.  You are a blessing and a precious child of God.  Enjoy your day!  We hope to see you soon!
Love you lots!!!



Sunday, September 12, 2010

Surrender

Here's a post I've been putting off.  It is one I need to write, if only for myself.  I have no idea how it is going to look on the other end.  It will mostly be me thinking on paper, keyboard.
 ** I just finished this post.  It is pretty *me* centered.  I decided to post it because I intended this blog to be a record of our family's life, and this experience is an important part of that life.  Please read it with this in mind.**

On July 22, I discovered that I was pregnant. Almost miraculously, right around my 45th birthday (yup, 45!) I conceived a child.  My husband and I were stunned.  Well, we knew it was possible, but at this time of life, certain things don't appear to be working as they once did, making natural family planning a bit like Russian Roulette:)  When I saw the '+' sign appear on the stick, fear wrapped its icy fingers around my heart. 
"I am 45 years old, overweight, out of shape.  I've had 6 c-sections, can my body handle anymore?  And, Oh my gosh!  I have a job now!  I haven't had a job in 20 years!  We need this income, but I've never put a baby in daycare and certainly do not want to now! What are we going to do?"
 This is basically the sound track that kept repeating itself inside my head, creating a rising, crippling panic.The spirit of fear and panic is my life-long nemesis, and it was kicking my butt.  Not only was I fearful, but I was ashamed, also.  I am pro-life!  I have lost a son at birth and another by miscarriage!  I know the value of life! I know that every baby is a blessing.  But, I was so fearful.  Not wanting this baby to feel any type of rejection or negativity from its mother, I began praying and making the conscious effort to let go of the fear and place myself in God's hands.  Your will be done...Trust...Surrender...
As He always does, the Holy Spirit entered bringing with Him peace and joy.  Yes, I still wavered between Fear and Trust, but Trust, Peace and Joy were winning the battle.  And, Oh My Gosh!!! I was going to have a baby!!!
But, oddly enough, instead of the warm, fuzzy, ecstatic feelings that normally accompany my pregnancies, I began to feel  a deep peace.  Surrender.  It was such a good place to be.  Had I really grown enough in my spiritual life to have finally achieved a moment where I was abandoned completely to the will of God?  (Funny--even as I was having this thought, I realized that the next trial or cross would have me right back at the starting line--fearful and  untrusting.)  This grace of surrender was for this moment and this moment only.  But it was so good. 
Right away, I discovered that I needed supplemental progesterone, which is common for me, but my numbers were extremely low this time.  I knew that my chances of carrying to term were not good, given my risk factors, but I got my shots and determined that I would savor the gift of this life for however long it remained with me on this earth.  It is an amazing thought to realize that Eternity will forever be changed because of this brand new teeny-tiny life growing within.  A new soul--a brand new eternal being exists!  Praise be to God!
Inevitably, perhaps, I began to spot on August 19, during our camping trip.  Still, that peace remained.  Spotting is not uncommon; I did not worry.  But, the bleeding increased, and at some point, I don't know exactly when, perhaps 4 or 5 days after the bleeding began, I became aware of an "empty" feeling.  I don't know how to describe it, other than "empty".  I knew there was no longer any life within. And still, by the mercy and grace of God, I had peace.  The surrender was now mingled with sorrow, but the surrender was still there. 
In the midst of all this, I was preparing to start teaching.  Sorrow over the miscarriage was now mixed with sorrow over giving up our homeschooling way of life.  It was, and still is, a lot to deal with at once. 
The teaching part is fine.  I love teaching.  I have a good group of students and am very thankful that one of my own children is in my class.  It is very difficult for me to not see Sam and Annie all day.  Actually, I do see them at lunch and recess and once in a while in the hall, but it is certainly different from what we are used to.  There are definitely good things about school that I cannot duplicate at home, and I am truly thankful for the school, the people I work with and this opportunity.
Annie was feeling a little sick last week and did not want to leave me.  Prying her fingers from my arm and leaving her with her teacher with big tears running down her cheeks threatened to push my already brittle emotions over the edge.  It was a rough week.
Surrender.  It is not a one-time event.  It's not that once you surrender, you are always surrendered.  Like all progress in the spiritual life, it goes layer by layer, deeper and deeper until there is nothing left but ourselves and God.  Ourselves in God.  It is a painful process, this dying-to-self business.  But, in the end, the surrender is filled with peace, trust and joy, and it is so good. 
Dear God, please grant me the grace of surrender.

Our three precious saints in heaven:
Brady Joseph,
Patrick Louis,
and now Maria Teresa
pray for us!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

18 Years Old!!

Happy 18th birthday to my son, Isaac!
My sweet, sensitive little boy has become a big strapping man I am so proud to be able to call "Son." 
God bless you all the days of your life.
He has certainly blessed us with the gift of you.

Monday, September 6, 2010

A New Beginning

As I mentioned in my last post, things have been really, really busy around here.  This is one of the things that has kept us occupied.
We started school for the first time this year!
On Aug. 30, I started a new teaching position at the new local Catholic school, and my children are attending.
Big changes for our family!

In my heart, I am still a homeschooler, and I truly miss being with my children all day.  There has most definitely been a mourning period for me in giving up homeschooling.
But, this is where our lives have led us, and I am grateful for this opportunity.  I do love to teach, and I welcome this challenge.  I am thankful that I am in the same building with my children and can have contact with them throughout the day. Ethan is in my class and I see Annie and Sammy at lunch and recess.
I am also thankful for the dedicated and devout staff.  I am blessed to have colleagues such as these.
God has provided.
 (I think I need to ask Him to provide a bit more energy, though.  At the end of the day, I'm pooped!)

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Catching Up

Contrary to what you may have assumed, I have NOT dropped off the face of the earth, given up writing my blog or broken an arm (or two).  The silence here on this blog is inversely related to the crazy, busy life that has been happening here in my corner of New Hampshire.  I will try to write about all that has been happening, and here is a start:

We actually took a vacation a couple of weeks ago.  We went camping.  Not my favorite thing to do, although after I read this from Margaret, I felt a little more inspired.  Camping has a way of re-connecting us with each other.  The days are longer because the "time-thieves" (i.e. the computer, that dastardly TV, and the toxic video games) have been left at home.  Without the screens to capture our attention, we are left to focus on one another.  The kids look for ways to occupy themselves and get active--frisbee, bike riding, swimming, miniature golf, shuffle board, swimming again, playground, and even, *gasp* a walk with mom and dad around the campground.  We play games, read books, talk to each other and pray. I even snuck in a math worksheet or two for the younger boys--they were not impressed. 
Campfires are the best part of camping.  We all love to roast marshmallows, although none of us likes to eat them much.  Daddy will eat one or two, but that's his limit.  The only ingredient of s'mores that I like is the chocolate, and I prefer my chocolate straight up, thank you.  But, still, the campfire's the best.

We were supposed to borrow my sister-in-law's camper, but there was a mechanical problem with it, so we borrowed an older, much-loved pop-up from a friend.  By "older, and much-loved" I mean old and a good deal past its prime.  First off, the spare tire that used to be attached to the back of the camper flew off as we were driving down the road.  I was following my husband in our van with one of the kids.  It was a good thing I was watching that spare tire bounce up and down crazily, because when it came off, I was able to stop quickly.  If I hadn't been able to stop as quickly as I did, it is likely the tire would have crashed into my windshield!!  It was pretty frightening. 
As we drove into the campground, we could see that, like many campgrounds these days, a lot of the campers there were "seasonals", meaning that they are people who leave their campers there year round and come up when they are able--kind of like having a lake house, but without the lake...or the house.  You can pick out seasonals pretty easily.  They are the fancy big campers with the slide-outs that have decks with lattice and perennial gardens surrounding them. 
Pulling in with our *ahem* well-loved pop-up (minus the spare tire), we bore an uncanny resemblance to the Clampett family as they journeyed into Beverly Hills.

Seriously...

Come to think of it, I have a son (or two) whose appetite rivals that of Jethro Bodine.

Fortunately, our neighbors didn't resemble Mrs. Drysdale.  The other campers were very welcoming and kind.  Perhaps out of pity, but still, they were nice.
Our home Sweet home

As we set the camper up, we came to realize that the electricity didn't work.  Also, the water hook-up leaked, so we turned the water on "only" when we needed it.  So...no power...no water.  And the bed that hubby and I were supposed to share was somewhere between a twin and full size.  Around this time, hubby had to ummm, "remind" me that we were having fun. 
Oh yes, that's right...fun.
Eventually, I did adjust my attitude, and we did have a good time.  This double rainbow that appeared after we set up helped.

The kids really enjoyed the playground, mini golf, shuffleboard


and, of course, the "cement pond."




After four days, we left for home, refreshed and rejuvenated and re-connected with one another. 
I'm pretty sure I heard them say as we left, "Y'all come back now, here?"