I have looked forward to the day my oldest, Azita, will start school practically since the week after she was born. Yeah, I suppose that sounds a bit early but I was ready to be able to type out an article or eat a meal without holding a baby from the get go.
I’ve evolved tremendously since then, all the way up to now, when part of me wants to homeschool. Last year, I wrote a “back to school” article about local homeschoolers. My eyes were opened to the plethora of advantages. I talked a lot to the woman who runs the Pilgrim’s Journey, a homeschooling exchange store. Mostly what I liked was the freedom of extracurriculars and the demands on a kid’s time. Instead of being locked into band, orchestra or chorus, unless Azita took lessons after school, she could take lessons for any instrument as a part of her school day.
My parents faithfully trudged me to guitar lessons on Wednesday’s after school (and I was still in the orchestra too) for years. I appreciate now, in a way I couldn’t then, that that takes up an adult’s precious non-working time. With homeschooling, Azita could learn to play the harp at 10:00 am if was more convenient to me.
She also wouldn’t have to learn Spanish or English. A regular weekly class with her grandpa learning Persian would be perfect. Of course, I can still do these things, but if I was working it in to a homeschool curriculum, I *know* I’d be more dedicated and organized about it, and again, it would take up time during the working day, not the night or weekend.
And the arguments about kids not being socialized and all don’t really hold water with the sports and homeschooling groups avaiable now.
But of course, who is the most important person to ask? Azita. And Payman rightly points out that I’ve been wanting to work more on what I want to do for a long time. Essentially, writing more.
Here’s about how our convo went yesterday:
Me: “You know your friend that you played basketball with? She goes to school by staying with her mom, who teaches her what she’d learn at school. Do you want to homeschool?”
Azita: “No. I want to get a tinkerball and dora and princess and Tiana backpack when mine gets old.”
Discussion about needing or not needing new backpacks ensue for a few minutes.
Then Azita’s eyes well up with worry.
“But momma I’m just afraid I don’t like what you cook and what you’ll send me for lunch!!”
Discussion about what food I make that she *actually* likes ensue. Spiral noodles with Daiya (vegan) cheese and pie, apparently, set her mind at ease. That’s all I can make that she likes.
Then she gets worried about not being able to take her puppy. who is her constant companion and was a Valentine’s Day gift from her dad, with her. Her eyes are just brimming with the tears.
I say “Hey, it’s okay baby, if you don’t like school, you will just stay home and homeschool with me. We’ll do whatever you want.”
“No. I want to go to school.”
I guess that settles it. Payman really wants to look into the private and/or montessori schools around. I wish there was a Waldorf school here.
Azita is drawn to school because of the social aspect and her older friends and cousin talk about school. I do think she’ll love it, but if she ever wants to homeschool, we’ll be listening.
Ada… that child I’d homeschool just to keep her away from bread crumb induced tummy aches… but that’s a decision for another day.