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What If Great Teachers Could Homeschool Your Kids For You?

As anyone with kids in school knows, the current school system is lagging and lacking. Don't fault the teachers. Most teachers are terrific but they all have more work then ever, fewer resources, less support, bigger classes, more challenging students and a league of hovering, annoying parents with whom to contend.

The system needs an overhaul from the top down so that we can put the students first. It's not going to happen any time soon so parents look for alternatives.

One of those alternatives is homeschooling. For a longtime the idea of teaching kids at home was associated with crop-planters, tree-huggers and church-goers but homeschooling is shedding its long skirts, as it were.

The number of kids homeschooled in Canada has doubled in the last decade and is growing every year. Universities actively seek homeschooled kids these days because they out perform their peers in public  and private school. 

Lots of parents are scared to admit they homeschool even though they made the choice for very practical reasons that had nothing to do with religion or wheatgerm and everything to do with making sure their kids got the best education they could, address a particular learning style, be more challenged, get away from bullies, to name just a few of a long list of reasons.

(I toyed with idea a few times when my kids were small but to be honest I don't think I could teach drunk and that would be the only way I could pull it off.)

There's one misconception that keeps cropping up - some folks think kids that are homeschooled are weird and socially goofy, and some are ... but there are just as many kids who socialize all day in public school who are weird too. It’s incumbent upon the parents and teachers to help kids learn to socialize, doing it well is not a product of a big school and nor is doing it poorly a result of a kitchen classroom.

Nope, the socialization thing didn’t worry me. All joking aside, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to teach the hard stuff, like math. And, I was pretty certain I didn't have the patience it would take. I am also a practiced procrastinator so blowing of the school year and cramming it all into June was a likely scenario. 

I would like to have been able to out-source their homeschooling. The same way I did their swimming lessons and will do with their driving lessons. Turn it over to the pros.

It would have been great to have them disappear for the morning to be taught in small groups by great teachers and then I - Fun Mom - would sail in on a nap and a shower at noon to take them to the zoo, the museum, the science centre, the park, the gym, art class or out to hang out with other kids who are done for the day at noon. 

That’s the kind of education model I wish I could have found when my kids were little and heading into the system ... and now it has arrived. 

There is a new school opening this fall in Calgary. 
Only 15 spots will be open this year with more added each school after this. 
It's called the N.A.S. Project. NAS stands for Not A School, love it. 
At the helm is my friend and engaged educator Lani Donaldson. 

Watch this video

And head here for more details and to register. www.nasproject.org

Friendship

My daughter Clancy is ten, gets along with pretty much anyone but rarely wants to be with someone else more than she wants to be by herself. Until about 6 months ago when she found a girl she really likes.

The object of her affection makes Clancy laugh and feel happy. They are in the same class, live close to one another and recently they spent 48 hours together without incident. This girl's world does not revolve around Clancy, but Clancy’s world does - did - revolve around her pal until last week when she realized that love is never a perfect balance. A necessary lesson.

Clancy’s pal spends summers away and has a whole other life during July and August with kids she has known since she was in diapers, kids she only sees in the summers, kids who know the lay of the land, the rules of the games, the hiding spots, the secret handshakes and all the other cool things that going with living on another planet every summer.

Our travels brought us near this place last week and Clancy popped in on her friend. It didn’t go quite as she had envisioned. Rather than surprise and glee at seeing Clancy, her buddy gave her a smile and a “hey” but didn't stop to chat, told her she was busy and kept walking. We have all been there. It’s what happens when your expectations high and we expect others to behave as we think we would if the tables were turned. 

She came back stunned and stung. There was nothing I could do to “fix” it that would not have made things worse. She had to feel it all and get over it in her own time, file it where she needed to.

She was fine in no time so when her pal texted her a few days later to get together she was happy to go. I asked her if she was going to tell her friend how things the other day had made her feel.

“Yes, if the right moment comes up.” she said

I said: “I think you should be sure to tell her Clancy, it’s important to tell friends what hurts us, what makes us happy. It helps them too. Everybody learns.”

She was quiet. It was the silence that comes while she decides if she can say what’s on her mind with impunity. I gave her the green light; “Say what you want kid, no hard feelings.”

“Mom, it feels like you want me to fix something that happened to you.”

God love her, rarely I am I the smarter the two of us in conversation.

“I don’t want you to fix my childhood, live out my dreams or be some version of me I wish I had become. But I didn’t make a ton of mistakes so that you wouldn’t at least try to learn from them. All I am saying is this - if you get used to telling people how you feel it will serve you well. There are ways to do it that are polite, not whiny and if you practice you'll get good at it. It will strengthen good relationships and weed out the crappy ones. In no time you will have mastered what I it took me nearly a half a century to learn I was allowed to do and am still trying to get good at.”

“Okay mom.”

So off she went. I picked her up hours later after what she described as being the “best night of her life”. She had talked with her pal, all was good. Ta da.

As their relationships become more complicated I have to remember to react to their problems the same way I did when they were little and fell down; the less drama in my reaction, the less drama they create. My credo then was: "No broken bones or blood? Carry on." and I need to behave the same way for what lies ahead.

Of course there will times to listen and give them a shoulder to cry on but for the most part: An "Oh were your pals busy with other things? We'll call next time before dropping by." will be the best reaction. 

As my friend Annie the Nanny says: Jesus is coming, look busy. (It refers to a t-shirt worn by Johnny English) By that she means this - when parents are busy being grown ups and kids are left to be kids we have little time for more than a perfunctory "It'll be okay kid." And that attitude helps children understand what it is to be resilient. The sooner we teach them that the better they will be at it later in life. 

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For a great read, check out Annie's post about resiliency here

Mom, did you ever smoke pot?

My daughter asked me last night about drugs, apparently they are covering this in the grade 4 year-end grade health class unit along with puberty. I don't envy that teacher.

She asked me if I had ever smoked marijuana, a word she says sounds pretty and she likes to spell. (no spellcheck for it, by the way)

I told her had. I told her that when this kind of thing becomes part of her world - and it will - that if someones asks her to try it or buy it, she is to come to us first. 

We discussed what it does, why folks do drugs, the risks involved and I also explained to her that it is unlikely she will ever be able to do any drug without my knowing about it. She will always be better off coming to me first than having me find out after the fact.

She knows this is probably true. To date she has not told a lie, pinched a loonie or forgotten a truth that I didn’t figure out pretty quick. Sure she’s only ten I haven't been truly tested yet but given my teens I can’t imagine she can come up with anything I didn’t perfect if not invent. I have managed to outguess them so many times that my hope is they will always believe I can.

For example; they got marshmallow shooting guns recently from a friend. They are a blast. You load slightly stale mini marshmallows into the magazine with a bit of talcum powder and you have smoking bullets. Lots of fun. After we had some laughs I sat them down: 

“Listen to me carefully. If you ever even think of loading a rock or marble into these I will run over the guns with my car and break them into a million pieces. Got it?"

 "How did you know we might think about that Mom?”

“You forget I was once a kid. If I had had this gun and run out of marshmallows I would have looked around for things the same size, like rocks or marbles, to see how far will they would go or if they might break a window. So I am telling you now, wanna keep these great toys? Only use marshmallows.”

They have been regularly schooled in I-was-your-age-once lessons and know I can out- think them. My mom could never have predicted what I did as a teen because the 70’s had zero in common with the 30’s. But what they can do now differs little from what I did do then. It'll be hard to pull the wool over these once permanently blood-shot eyes.

This cocky confidence in my ability to outwit, outlast and outplay my kids may come back to snuff out my torch - but I doubt it.

My Approach to Sex = My Son's Approach to Reading

If your child doesn’t like to read, has to be cajoled to pick up a book and the home reading was a fight throughout the school year then a two month break from it all might be just the break both kid and parents need.

But before you take that break, you should know about the Summer Reading Slide. 

Children who do not read over the summer will lose more than two months of reading achievement. 

My Kid Has Gone to the Dogs

Four months ago our school, St. Dominic Fine Arts (great school), announced they would be doing a production of 101 Dalmatians. I talked Clancy into trying out. Everyone was cast. 

Pepper

She is one of the Dalmatians, Pepper. She has songs and dances to do with her cast mates and she has four lines. The rehearsal schedule was long but was unavoidable. A cast of 98 means work and everybody did lots of it. Teachers, kids, volunteers...they all stayed after school at least three days a week for an hour for about three months. While it may have been arduous at times it will no doubt pay off.

Clancy is shy in some situations and being on stage would qualify as one of those. Unlike her brother does not crave the spotlight. She is way out of her comfort zone with this play thing. After a tough week of rehearsals and other after school commitments she got fed up and said: "I'm only doing this because you wanted me to." 

We all know how lousy that feels, when we end up doing something from time to time only because someone else wanted us to. I knew she was likely plotting to kill me and I couldn't blame her. Part of me wanted to give her the option to bail so I didn't have to listen to the complaining but the smarter part of me wanted to see her get through it all and at least not hate it. And my guilt kept me focused, I had let her quit stuff before, I was going to see that it did not happen again.

They had their first of two performances tonight (we will see it tomorrow night) in the theatre at a local high school. Her pal's parents drove her there and brought her home. I wondered what she'd be like when she got home. Maybe soaked in flop sweat and saying; "Phew. Glad that's over. One down one to go." or soaked in tears and declaring; "It was awful! I forgot my lines! I want to die."

Or would be it be something unexpected?

She came skipping and smiling up the driveway declaring: "It was so great! I wish I could do this every night!" It was so much netter than I could have hoped.

When kids do well in class they feel good but they also know they have to do it. When they excel in a sport and enjoy going it's because it's a sport they love. But when they do something that scared them, that they didn't have to do and it makes them feel 10 feet tall, well, that changes perspective - ours and theirs. 

Most importantly for us tonight, hers, of herself.

She may have done it "only because her mom wanted her to" but next time she'll do it because she wants to.

Is the Best School Behind Door Number 1? Or number 2? 3?

Over coffee this week a friend was telling me about what a gong show it will be next year getting their three kids back and forth to school. It was dizzying. They need a dispatcher and full-time drivers to make it work. God forbid it snows and the roads are bad.

Their youngest will be driven to preschool two mornings a week, the middle one is being walked to kindergarten at the local school and the eldest, going into grade 3, has been driven to a charter school halfway across town for the last two years. She loves the place, it’s a good fit. Both parents are thrilled with the education she gets there.

However, the whole family has a better chance of staying sane if the two older girls go to the school around the corner. Husband and wife are not on the same page yet and they are under the gun because the local school is bursting at the seams and they have to register this afternoon or lose an option.

Will every kid survive if the family choses the most convenient plan? Yes.

Will mom and dad question their decision if the eldest daughter is the least bit unhappy or bored with the new school? You bet.

This year is not even over and next year is a concern for a lot of families.

The problem is we have too many choices and as a result suffer buyer’s remorse about everything now whether it’s a flat screen TV, coffee maker or a school.

Too many choice creates misery - this article drives the point home.

I was trying to imagine what my mom was thinking at this time of year when I was a kid and it was likely very little as there no choices to consider. My brothers were grown and gone, she didn’t work so I suppose she was looking forward to having me around. She and I spent the summer doing anything but  thinking about the next school. I knew where I was going, where my bus stop was, who my teacher would be and what kids would be in my class. It just was.

By the end of August I was getting a bit excited to go back, my mom would take me out to get new shoes and let down the hem of last year’s tunic if need be. We would buy a new shiny pencil case that smelled like all of Barbie’s plastic accessories (the rest of supplies would be doled out by the school) No backpack, no lunch bags (we came home for lunch) Off we went.

But now we have sports, science, art, language, tech, charter, private and gender split schools to chose from. Maybe we are looking too hard for alternatives to stimulate our kids when they should be learning to do that for themselves. To find their own (legal) cure for boredom, live through a year with a-not-so-great-teacher, wobbly desk, annoying class partner and stinky bus ride. Get a taste of real life. We probably should. But, we do have choices and when other parents are making moves we can’t help but wonder if we should too.

Fact is that alternative schools and curriculum are the byproduct of the ever-evolving nature of what’s available to learn, when to learn it, how to learn it and the ability to find and feed passions early in life. If there’s a need or a want someone is going to fill it and making money doing it.

The bottom line is this: If the school system was doing a good job keeping pace with change there wouldn’t be choices over which to angst. No one drives their kid across town or pays thousands for private school if they don’t have to...unless they are stinkin’ rich or bat shit crazy.