When I was a teenager, I made the decision that I would never homeschool my kids.
And then I became a mom.
It’s funny how once we have kids, we drop the bright ideas we had way back when we were thirteen and knew everything.
My oldest child was extremely bright. When he began naming nearly every letter on his alphabet blocks at barely two-years-old, I knew I needed to teach my kiddo.
When he was four, I got a book about teaching reading, and within a few weeks, he was reading anything with words on it. He loved looking at books about everything from ancient Egypt to baseball players to butterflies. I started a simple little homeschool program with him, and he soaked up every bit of it. He didn’t necessarily love every aspect of “doing school,” but overall, we had a lot of fun.
My husband and I really didn’t set out to be homeschoolers; we just wanted our little guy to reach his full potential. We were both thrilled by all the things our son was learning, and I was ready to keep teaching him through kindergarten (and beyond) and giving him all the benefits of a one-on-one learning environment.
That’s where Brian and I parted educational ways. Daddy wanted him to go to school. Mommy wanted him to stay at home.
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