Are you calm and patient?
Do you have an education degree?
Does your family life flow smoothly all the time?
Do you eat well, get plenty of rest and exercise regularly?
ME NEITHER! I’ve been homeschooling for nearly 23 years, it didn’t kill me and my grown children seemed to have arrived at adulthood unscathed by wearing gumboots in most childhood social situations.
Here’s what the questions should look like:
Do you have a help line to call when you are on your third breakdown of the day? We can’t rely on natural patience.
We need supernatural grace.
Do you have any special education in cleaning smoothie off the ceiling and juice from under the fridge? Can you discuss why people suffer? Can you comfort a ten year old who doesn’t understand their math? Can you nurse a baby, stir a soup and discuss poetry terms simultaneously? Can you teach the same person to walk, talk, read, respect others, use a sewing machine, load a dishwasher, ride a bike and drive a car?
Don’t understimate what you can learn alongside them.
Do you ever eat oatmeal for dinner? Two nights in a row? Do you define “slept well last night” meaning, “no one threw up?” or “no one had night terrors, pinworms or teething pain?” Do you run up and down the stairs, pick up toys, and tote toddlers?”
One day you won’t care at all.
I’m not patient enough to homeschool my kids. But I love them. And love covers a multitude of sins (1st Peter, 4:8). I’m not educated enough to educate anybody else, but I’m resourceful. Things rarely flow smoothly, but I can simplify my life so that the storms don’t buffet us about so much. I don’t eat well enough, exercise enough or get enough rest. Those things are boring. Have a good cry and a glass of wine.
I do not have an education degree. Classroom dynamics are not something I’m dealing with, but breakfast time antics and bedtime antics are, and I don’t think an education degree would be all that useful to me in my state in life.
Nothing has actually been helpful for those things.
My family life does not flow smoothly all the time.
Sometimes I get behind in housework. GASP! Then I take a mental health day.
When my kids were all small, they thought that “mental health day” was one of the days of the week.