As my wife and I considered the plunge into homeschooling, we spent time researching the options and the process. Knowing that nearly the entire formal teaching aspect would rest on my shoulders, I began searching to find out just how many homeschooling dads were out there. I sought high and low for thoughts, reflections, encouragement, ideas, and more. I am thankful to have found some that were particularly helpful in our decision-making process.
I wondered if, along this journey of ours, there might be value in sharing our experience… my experience… as a means of encouragement or entertainment.
And so, as I once again consider dusting off my blogging cap, I’m adding a page/category to the website… the homeschool dad.
I shan’t promise profundity.
I dare not promise wisdom.
I can only promise a story, with more than a hint of honesty. I am seven weeks into this journey. I am not a wily veteran. I am a dad who loves his kids and who is in a position to walk with them for this season of life, and maybe share a thought or two along the way.
For the last nine and one-half years, my office has been my dining room table, and I’ve been surrounded by my children. One of the greatest kindnesses of a life of ministry is flexibility. My vocational responsibilities allow me space to read and write from home, which means I’m also able to watch children.
I’ve spent the last decade dividing my daytime between family, ministry, and graphic design. We started with twins, then added another, then another. Two went to school, then three. And this was going to be the year… you know, the year. All four kids in school. Consecutive hours of quiet work. Coffee breaks with friends.
In January, we found out we were to receive another gift in our family. In the spring, we started kicking around the idea of homeschool. My prospective workday went from four children in school to five children at home in a matter of weeks! And, if this remains our reality, it will be so until I am fifty-six years old. That’s almost sixty. (Obviously I’m primed to teach math)
My surprise and my delight is the ease with which my heart welcomed the idea. My mind has entertained reservations all along the way, but only as speed bumps, never roadblocks. My heart has been leading the way.
Some of these days have been difficult. Today, I’m encouraged. I’m also exhausted, but that’s because we have a 3-day-old at home.
If it’s OK, I’ll post a few more thoughts as I find the time.