Outings with Homeschoolers vs. Public Schoolers – What’s the Difference?

I notice that a lot of homeschool families, including our own, will give themselves “credit” for outings and experiences as part of their schooling, but I began to wonder what the difference is with our outings vs. a family with public schoolers.  Because when we go bowling or go the library or go on a trip, I do see it as part of our homeschool day and long-term learning.  But, obviously, public school families do these outings too.  So, should I not be giving myself as much of a pat on the back for these outings as I thought?

These are absolutely not blanket statements, as there are some homeschool families this doesn’t apply to as much, and there are definitely public school families who are able to take a more active approach than others, but I began to recognize some differences:

–One difference, for us, is that our family spends a good deal of our days together.  So, when we’ve just been to an airport to drop someone off or we go see the bunnies at the feed store, or even when we go get an ice cream and the owner shares with us his journey of starting his business- well, all of those are a shared experience that we build on while we’re doing our learning.  When I’m making an analogy or literature connection or a science observation later in the year, these out-of-the-house experiences pop up frequently.  Just by the nature of having a public school classroom full of kids with different backgrounds and experiences, lots of the learning needs to take place from a shared text instead of a shared experience.  And some kids will definitely connect it to their own life observations naturally or when prompted to do so by the teacher, but I love how effortless our family’s outings can become a part of our learning.

–That said, I do put effort in when I know we’re going to a new place.  I have the time (sometimes) and ability to make these experiences part of our learning by preparing ahead of time and reflecting upon afterwards.  So, apart from the shared experiences and long-term building I just talked about, I also usually go out of my way to make our outings purposeful.  Obviously the core piece is enjoying the experience.  But if I know we’re going to a new city or we’re going to an alpaca farm or we’re going to get to take a train ride, then you can bet our borrowed library books will be overflowing with that theme.  We’ll center our writing around it or read a book that connects.  We’ll watch YouTubes to learn more or take a virtual tour ahead of time.  If we’re going to see extended family, we make family trees and pull out maps to find where everyone lives.  I’m always working to create the balance between offering information to enrich an experience while still letting it unfold naturally.

–“Conversation schooling” and “in-the-moment schooling” are also just more natural for us.  I absolutely understand the idea of letting a vacation or outing be just that, especially when a family is in the busy days of away-school and after-school activities.  So I completely respect that.  But just the nature of our daily lives is that our kids are more accustomed to learning taking place on the go.  Questions and conversations and reflections are a big part of our learning at home and that carries over into all situations.  It’s just a guess, but I think many (not all) public school children might feel a bit taken aback if their parents were trying to get a learning lesson in during their fun outing; they work hard in school and doing their homework, and they definitely deserve a rest from that.  But for many homeschoolers, this ‘learning from every experience’ is part of their days and a big part of how they interact with their parents.

So, maybe public school families wouldn’t agree – I definitely doubt it myself sometimes – and maybe even other homeschool families wouldn’t agree, but do I think outings, whether they are to a student recital or to an amusement park or even to the store, count as part of our home learning?  Absolutely, I do.

Homeschool – The Way I’ve Always Wanted It

I’m not completely naive.  We’re only three days into our school year, and I realize that the first few weeks, and the first week, especially, are their own separate bubble.  That said…

I experienced pure homeschool bliss today.  All those Julie Bogart podcasts I’ve been listening to this summer have paid off.  It’s not necessarily that Julie tells me things I don’t already know or believe, but she’s like a loving, supportive mentor by my side giving me the strength to trust my vision.  Although I am a former classroom teacher, I always considered my (former) school situations relaxed compared to others.  And compared to other homeschool families, I also saw my approach as quite chill.   But, I do think the nagging of a public school upbringing and public school teaching weighed on me more than I cared to admit.  It was one thing to hold home learning philosophies and read about them in books, but to actually put them into practice and trust the process has not been something I’ve excelled at.  I feel like I’ve been floating between wanting to give my kids the experiences that home learning can offer, while unknowingly also expecting them to be on the same schedule as public schoolers their age.  And that’s just unfair.  To any of us, really, since I take on a weight of responsibility and guilt whenever I play the comparison game.

But this first week, I decided to roll with my instincts a bit more-to trust in the day and trust in my kids and trust in myself.  I do have a general idea of what I’d like us to be doing and learning, but surrendering to the moments, well, that’s what home learning is all about for me.  So this morning when my 6-year-old was eager to get out of bed so he could write and illustrate a book he’d been brainstorming before bed the night before, I said, “Yes!”  I didn’t stop us to do “real” work or look up at the clock and worry about minutes ticking by.  I recognized the moment for all the rich valuable learning and experience and fun that it was.  I wrote down my son’s words, and while he told the story, conversations came up naturally about character and setting and conflict and continuity.  Nothing felt forced or lesson-like.  We had a blast and ended up in several moments of uncontrollable giggles.  It rocked!  Later, my daughter pulled out the basket where we keep all the stories they’ve illustrated and written over the years, and we read some together.  While my son and I were writing, my daughter had been constructing a very elaborate crown, complete with painting and intricate beading.  I watched as she problem solved and engineered a way for the crown parts she had planned to come together and stay the way she had intended.

And then we had lunch.  We did a few little “school” things and then sat and finished the group chapter book we had started on Monday.  We discussed the book and made predictions about the sequel.  We observed bunnies and ferrets and parakeets and baby mice when we went to the store to get a hanging pot for a plant we would later re-pot together.  We picked up oodles of books, like treasures, from the library.  We played board games together in the evening, took a walk after dinner, and played “Walk This Way” as we went.  We brainstormed a silly movie trailer we had made up as we finally crawled into bed.  The whole day was what I’ve always wanted from a homeschool day, but have rarely given myself (or my kids) permission to do.

Hopefully I can keep this feeling and momentum and trust during the year.  My kids will be learning and growing regardless.  We might as well enjoy each other and the journey as they do.

Dear Diary – Do I Miss You?

I used to be a journal keeper.  It’s where I turned to process and reflect.  To deal with big questions and emotions.  It was my place to connect with “me,” and it was such a part of my life that I didn’t think much about it.  Until it stopped.

It was never a daily practice.  I definitely experienced many lulls and pauses in my journaling.  But nothing like recent years.  Granted, the timing of my lack of journaling does seem to coincide pretty much exactly with parenthood.  There have been seasons of these mama years when there just feels like no time at all.  And when I’ve crawled out of those times, journaling just hasn’t taken priority.  Since my life seems to be a never-ending game of picking what I’d like to be doing with it, this choice to not turn to journaling is interesting.  Does this mean I’m not prioritizing myself?  Am I not taking the time for a practice that used to help me find my center and feed my soul?  Or have I simply moved on to other ways of connecting?  These questions nag at me, and I let the idea that I haven’t journaled make me feel guilty.

In recent years there have also been some silly overthinking reasons for my journal hesitations – Are all these journals just more clutter and more to haul if we move?  What’s to become of these when I die – will they be a burden to somebody or something I’d rather someone not read?  It’s strange and deflating to think these questions would prevent me from journaling, but they’re there in my head.

Whenever I read or hear about writers and their daily writing practices, I get an ache.  Writing, whether it was school papers or journaling or letter writing or even texting, makes me happy.  I don’t know that I want to *be* a writer (whatever that means), and yet, here I am – writing this post.  So, I am a writer, am I not?  Is a writer someone who writes or someone who is read?  Either way, I came to a realization today that this, here, is my writing space.  It’s not exactly the same as a journaling process, of course, but it is still a place for me to write and reflect.  To ask questions and process some of what I’m feeling.  I love the idea that on a blog there is potential for my words to reach someone else and possibly give them a boost or an idea, but mostly I recognize this space as mine.  This is my 40-something journaling.

So, Diary, do I miss you?  Not really.  And I’m starting to feel okay with that.

 

 

A Bird Sings Because It Has a Song

“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”

Is it a Chinese proverb?  Or as USPS claims, Maya Angelou?  Don’t know.  Don’t really care.  I love this quote.  It holds that ‘Gotta Sing, Gotta Dance’ at its heart, and I think I need to turn to it more often.

I’ve got a lot to say.  The flood of ideas I have to filter every day gets overwhelming.  And yet, as I type this and other entries, I feel a bit of an empty echo bouncing back to me.  (Granted, I have chosen to turn off comments, but that’s another post.)  I’m a paranoid Internet person, to be honest, but I have realized that being on the Internet is a bit like walking down a sidewalk, an ENORMOUS sidewalk, that includes just about everyone from the entire world.  Some will get noticed, some will get teased.  Some will fall prey to scammers, some will find their small, happy groups.  I am at once eager to write and share, (it’s in my heart and on my mind, and keeping it in starts to weigh on me greatly) while also feeling extremely shy about being ‘seen’ and read.  And some might say this is somehow energetically keeping me hidden.  Maybe.

I was always one to sort of float off to the side of the action.  In high school, I was neither popular nor teased.  I liked being mostly invisible.   At social gatherings, I’d always be the one off in the corner on my own or talking to a random wanderer who ended up near me.  I am the person who prefers small groups that include supportive, awesome people I love.  I’ve never sought fame or a huge number of followers.  But as I continue my blogging and other online journeys, I do have moments when I think, “Hey!  I’ve got something to say too!”  I’ve read some of the popular, star bloggers out there.  Some are great, and some are, well, not.  Eh, that’s life.  I love good stories of people getting lots of rejection letters before they’re finally published or noticed.  These are uplifting stories once the happy ending has happened, and I always thought if I had the guts to write a book, I’d have my own story of how I held out hope even as the rejections poured in.  But, I can see how tough that must be.  Here I am, blogging, mainly for my own need, really.  And still, I secretly want to be read and noticed.  That’s not so crazy, right?

But, somewhere between getting caught up in trying to remain hidden or trying to demand some attention, all I know is, I gotta write.

So, no, I don’t have an answer.  I don’t even know my question.  But, boy, do I have a lot of songs to sing.