Our homeschooling adventure started when my middle son was having issues in Kindergarten. He was coming home crying and it was a fight to get him ready in the morning to go. He was bored so I asked the teacher to give him more. But that wasn’t something she felt he needed. (insert eye roll) He was bright, loved everything and everyone, and preschool was amazing. Kindergarten was slowly stealing my happy, bright eyed, eager five year old’s spunk. It wasn’t until he was lost and no one contacting me, luckily I had a friend that worked in the school that informed me of what had happened, that we even thought about homeschooling. We knew a few families in the neighborhood that were homeschooling, but honestly, never thought I’d be able to do something like that. But we were running out of steam and options. Things started to get better, I knew I had eyes in the school, and the school I felt was probably tired of seeing my face, so for a minute, things were getting better. See we were having issues as well with my oldest son. That’s a whole other story, let’s just say they felt he wasn’t a good test taker and felt he needed extra help, and his parents felt he needed to stay in his math class and that being pulled to learn how to test faster wasn’t in his best interest. Lots of head bumping. (NOTE: Parents!!! IF YOU do not agree on how things are being done, YOU HAVE every right to challenge it! You know your child best! NEVER let someone tell you otherwise)
So back to my kindergartener. So I started noticing that my son was coming home with foot prints all over his coat. I was getting really annoyed as I thought he was taking his coat off on the playground. It was winter, the coat needed to be on. He assured me he wasn’t taking his coat off. He didn’t want to tell me where the footprints were coming from, but after some persuasion he finally told me the truth. Kids were knocking him down on the playground and walking on him. My heart broke into a million little pieces that day and it still brings tears to my eyes to remember that kind of hurt in those big green eyes. The next day I walked him to class and let the teacher know what was happening. She was shocked and assured me she hadn’t seen anything like that. And that she would pass it on to the playground folks to make sure it’s not happening. My gut wasn’t convinced, but I bent down, kissed my boy and headed out the door. That afternoon I picked him up, as he walked out I saw it again. Fresh footprints on his coat. I went from a heart broken mama to a raging mama bear ready to tear into anyone who looked at me sideways. But I controlled myself …. I calmly got him in the car and went home hotter than I had ever been in the middle of February. My husband and I discussed our options and decided that he was going to take the next day off and I was going to observe his class. (YOU HAVE that right, drop in if you suspect something)
The next day we packed our lunches and my son was so excited to have mommy go to school with him. It killed me inside that he wanted me there to protect him more than just share his joy of school. The teacher wasn’t as excited to have me there, as I bet that is a little of a shock and shake up to a day. But I needed to be there. I sat in the back and just watched. I helped when she asked. I sat next to my son during lunch and we clinked our cups and chowed down on our ham and cheese sammy’s. Then it was time to head outside. Pulled on our coats and we headed out to play. I told him I was going to just hang out and he needed to go play. So off he went. You could see he had a bit of courage as mommy was there. But unfortunately that didn’t stop what was happening on the playground. As I watched him climb up on to the play equipment to go down the slide I watched two boys and a girl push my Logan down and literlaly walk across his back. I looked around trying to see where the playground supervisors were. And there they stood in a huddle chatting and laughing, paying little to no attention to what was actually happening on the playground. My blood was boiling ….
I ran and got my son and I may have said a few things to the kids … and then walked to the group of ladies and showed them my sons back and explained to them what had been going on while they were busy standing around like a bunch of hens …. I imagine some explicits fell out of my mouth …. but mama had had enough. I got zero response from them …. just blank stares. And then the craziest part …. I grabbed my son and told him he needed to start fighting back, not to put up with that, push back, hit back … and then I froze when I could see the fear and confusion in his face ….. I stopped. Grabbed his hand, marched inside, grabbed his backpack, headed to the office, signed him out and told the office he would not be returning, ever! And that was the day our homeschooling journey started. I can’t even explain the weight that was lifted off my shoulders that afternoon.
But soon i was left with …. What in the world have I done? Where do I even begin? It would be another month before we pulled our oldest out, and a even longer time before I figured out what the heck I was doing. Ha! But it’s ALL been worth it.
It’s been nine years since we left public school. And I couldn’t imagine it any other way!