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Why Homeschool? Part Two

See “Why Homeschool? Part One”

I taught in the public schools in Texas and California, both rural and urban schools, for 8 years before having children.

I was one of those teachers that parents requested each year.

I had parties at my house for my students. I wore a button with a big red heart on my shirt that said, “Good morning class, I love you.” I wrote letters to any former student who wrote to me. I drove students home if they missed the bus. I picked up students on Sunday mornings and took them to church with me. I was asked by the local college to head up the training of student teachers. I was voted “best teacher” by the staff of 40 in my last elementary school.

I LOVED teaching. I felt it was my calling. My gift.

I was always aware, though, that there were teachers around me who didn’t feel the same way I did. A few were like me, but there were an awful lot of teachers who were just there for the paycheck.

They would talk scornfully about the students in the teachers’ lounge and complain about parents who wanted to know what was going on in the classroom. They could be heard berating students who performed poorly, although, never, never when parents were around. They taught what was in the text books, and never anything more, and were always long gone before I made it to the parking lot each day when school was out.

Those teachers’ lack of enthusiasm bothered me, but I reassured myself that I was making a difference in the lives of my students, and that students going through school were bound to get a few outstanding teachers that would negate any years they got stuck with the lousy teachers.

And then I had my first baby.

No one had told me how much I would love that little baby girl or how fiercely I would want to protect her from negative experiences, whether it was diaper rash or loud, startling noises or the pain of sickness.

I wanted only what was best for my precious baby. If it was best to breastfeed for the first year, then, no matter the inconvenience (I continued teaching that first year.) I was bound and determined to breastfeed.

During that first year of her life, while I continued to teach school, and also train student teachers, I was horrified to think of leading my baby by the hand into a classroom, when the time came, with a teacher like some of those I taught with every day.

It made me ill to think of handing her over for eight hours each day to someone who did not love and cherish her as I did. To someone who might have actually despised her if she happened to be slow in learning her lessons or have difficulties sitting still.

I mostly pushed those thoughts out of my mind and convinced myself that I would adjust. After all, every child goes to school!

At that time, I had absolutely no prior experience with homeschool, had never met anyone who homeschooled, nor ever entertained the notion that I would one day be interested in learning about homeschooling.

I figured I would just be one of those parents who was always volunteering in the classroom and keeping myself informed about what was going on.

I never could shake the yucky feeling I got, though, when I would see or hear a teacher treat a student harshly when a parent wasn’t around and then be sweet as pie to the parent’s face. Then, later in the teachers’ lounge everyone would get a good laugh about how annoying So And So’s mom is, always butting in to what is happening at school.

Why Homeschool? Part Three

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  1. Me too!!! I LOVED teaching! Rookie of the Year….built a pig pen in my reading corner during the Three Little Pigs unit and filled it with stuffed pigs that the kids could read to. Went above and beyond and loved it.

    And no one told me either how much I would love that baby when I had her. It took me a while longer to get home and every single day was heartbreaking. But I tried to surround myself with teachers whose children were at babysitter’s houses and were “fine.”

    And oh those thoughts of homeschooling came much, much later.

    I’m going to enjoy this story!

  2. It is good to see that I am not the only former public school teacher turned homeschool mom out there. Your blog entry really speaks to me as I had the same thoughts and feelings as you. Thank you for posting. I am looking forward to reading Part 2.

  3. I never taught…but I come from a family filled with public school teachers and librarians and college professors…my birth father just retired after 50 years of teaching calculus. It never occurred to me NOT to send my children to school, until my child suffered for being too smart. It was awful for us all (he suffered, and we suffered by seeming to be unable to find a way to solve the problem) and it wasn’t until we stumbled upon homeschooling that his life (and ours) improved. Now I homeschool my two younger ones and first boy is in college…honestly, he’s never been the same as he was before his joy of learning was quashed so terribly, but he’s getting closer every day to being the joyful spirit I know lives in him…

  4. Looking forward to the next installment. I am not a certified teacher but had the same reservations you did…..8 hours with someone else and their peers?? Doesn’t sit right with me :o)

  5. Hooray!! My husband and I are planning on homeschooling our children, and you are really nailing the reasons why. In my brief stint as a Spanish teacher at an urban elementary school, I actually heard one of the kindergarten teachers call one of her students a little b**** in the teacher’s lounge!!! My heart broke for that poor little girl, who was a difficult student but like most of the children was clearly being neglected at home. Of course these “teachers” will put on their happy face when you’re around, but you can never know if it’s YOUR child they are calling horrible names behind closed doors. No one but my husband and I can ever love our children or be as passionate about their education as we are.

  6. Delores Mercer says:

    I stumbled on your website and I am so glad. I LOVE your site and know I will be back to it again and again. I feel very blessed to have the privilege to share the love and wisdom you radiate. I feel I will gain more insight in sharing the love of Jesus with others. I can’t wait to share what I have read so far with my grown daughters as well as my best friend (since childhood). God Bless You and all of your readers!

  7. For five years I was the mom who volunteered endlessly at my sons elementary school. I thought our public school hung the moon. But he was an easy learner.

    But with our second son the story is a little different. Ok, a lot different. Our nine year old is dyslexic and it has been nothing but struggles. I have gone from being the loved and adored parent who would drop anything to help the school to being ‘THAT’ parent you are talking about that the teachers loathe.

    The school does not like being questioned. They do not like yes or no questions. They put up hurdle after hurdle and in turn our child has suffered.

    You nailed it on the head in this post! I have gone from loving the elementary school my children attend to viewing it from the eyes of a child who learns differently. It is not a pretty view.

    I am sure I was the conversation many many times this last year in our teacher’ lounge.

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