I am engaged to a wonderful man, who is the father of four children, whom he has custody over. The oldest of the four was so quick to do his work in public schools, that he would finish, and have nothing else left to do but to mess around and get into trouble. The decision was made, once my fiance got custody, to home-school all the children. And even though the homeschooling process is under his name, I am the one, as their future step mother, who makes their schedules, worksheets, home work, tests, and reports that they have to do. It is difficult some times to keep up with it all, but when I am feeling down, and not up to the task at hand, I just keep thinking to myself about the truth of the matter. It is for the kids, and their futures. I have all the time in the world to give to these kids as much knowledge as I can, so that they can hopefully succeed one day out in the real world.
Every month, the oldest one’s schedule changes. He is only nine years old, but incredibly intelligent. He refers to his mind as a sponge, that just absorbs information with ease. And from my experience with him, this “sponge” of his is so tightly weaved, it doesn’t leak, no matter how much is put into it.
On Mondays, he usually learns something about History. And at the time being, he is learning about the roman empire. He has been taught how to launch Internet explorer, type in google.com, and type in what he needs to learn about, in the search engine bar that shows up on the screen. He then reads all the information he can find at the time, and writes reports on what he learns, making sure that it all still soaks in deeply.
On Tuesdays, comes along his Foreign Language class. Since I know Japanese on a decent level, and have a few Japanese, and other languages, “classes” on our pc. So as I am re-capping all that I learned, he is learning quite well, and knows all the numbers from one to one hundred, and a few key phrases and words. After all… Thee best time to learn something like this, is when your young and have not quite hit those double digits, that signify as to how long you have existed on earth with the rest of us.
Wednesdays are rather fun for me, as it is for him. Through the process of teaching him how to launch the Internet Explorer and look up things… His father and I set him up his very own, parental locked, electronic mail address. Doing such, Wednesdays, hold for him, Keyboarding class, so that he can work on his typing. Which he also does very well, and gets plenty of practice by sending electronic mail back and forth with a few family members and what not.
Thursdays finally come around, and due to his age and gender, that is the day that we mainly work on his writing skills, with pencil and paper. It is a common known, FACT, that males are horrible to decent writers, compared to the gentle nature of a woman’s hands, who… 90% of all women, write from decent, to phenomenally well. He works on his Grammar, sentence structure, spelling, and punctuation. And he is also being taught how to write a little more neatly, and not as bulky, making one line of a sheet up paper, being taken up by five words, when written decently, at least, can be filled with up to ten to fifteen words.
Fridays through Sundays, he has off. And every day, and on his days off, if he WANTS to, he reads a book that me and his father picked out. The Chronicles of Narnia book. The really big one, with several of the stories, written shorter, inside. He puts aside three hours a day for reading, and after that time is up, he sits with paper and a pencil, and writes a page report on what all he read, learned, etc etc.
Now… The daughter is only four years old. She can talk fluently, with decent sentence structure, and she is not shy in asking on how to pronounce a bigger word, in the least. She is currently learning more of her alphabet, and how to write her own name. At first, she could only sing part of the alphabet song, from A, missing the letter E, then continued to the letter G. Since then, though, she can sing it all the way through and only miss the following letters:: Q and V and sometimes, still, even E. I have given her coloring worksheets to help, by matching the correct colors with the correct letters, and it seems to be working wonders. And she recognizes her name now, as well, and is learning how to write it, as we speak.
The third child who is home-schooled, but at the same time NOT, is only three years old. He is talking more now, and even knows how to say, “Love. You. Mom. Love. You. Daddy. No. Yes. Ya. Okay. Straw. Not me. Me. Not my job.” And the list goes on. And he now knows how to say people’s names as well, even some of the decently hard ones. And he gets worksheets like the daughters, only instead of coloring the matching letters, he does the same through shapes, animals, and objects. And every time that he gets one right, I sit with him and tell him what he just colored, and teach him how to say it, rather it be “Circle, dog, or lamp.”
Homeschooling the three older ones is a lot more difficult than I thought it could be. I thought I’d be able to just look up things on-line and tell them this and that. But it takes a LOT more than that. It takes time, understanding, patience, care, and even some fun to get them interested. Any one can tell their child to sit and do a work sheet. But it is the good parents… The good Moms and Dads out there, who take the time to actually TEACH, and not just slap a piece of paper unto the table, and sitting their child in front of it. They need our help. Our love, and patient understanding. After all… Who do you think they look up to? Ten to one, I bet it’s not that piece of paper you set down in front of them…