With my solid, unwavering expectation to homeschool it may surprise some of you to know that my dad is a public school teacher.
I’ve wondered for months now when or if he would say something in response to my assertions against my kids being in public school, and he finally did.
“You know,” he began, carefully as usual, “people objecting to public school seem to imply that the system or the teachers are the problem. Really it’s the other kids. I’ve seen what kids can do to each other.”
And my mom pointed out that “Broken homes make broken children, and they carry that where ever they go.”
And I rushed in to agree that he has some amazing and gifted teachers at his school, and they are an asset to the community and a blessing to the students they teach.
And I also agree that unhealthy peers are a large part of the reason I wish to avoid public schooling.
But I also know there are teachers out there with an unhealthy agenda (King and King— at first if it isn’t still– was an entirely teacher-driven choice as a grade-1 read-aloud).
I am quite sure there are good teachers here that my children could learn from, and classrooms that my children could be safe in.
But the amount of involvement I’d need to invest to be sure of that (with 3 children x 7-hours/day x 5-days/week) can’t be less work than I’m doing for homeschooling.
On a much less “logical” level, I will admit (almost unashamedly) that I am not yet ready to share my children’s affection with someone who does not share my passion for them.
This could be accused as insecurity on my part; an inability to “let go” of my children and allow them to “grow up.”
It may be true.
But no one I’ve yet met will disagree with the idea that (little) children are forced to grow up too quickly these days, and I am willing to look (and even feel) silly if that means I can also feel my children are safer.