This is my 11th year homeschooling
And I’m in my second year of homeschooling a high school student.
It’s strange how this feels bolder than it did eleven years ago when Hannah was a teeny five year old. Back then, it felt like I had the entire world ahead of me. Years and years and years and years in front of us. And, now, here we sit, with three years of education left. One year until she can take PSEO classes at a local college.
She’s growing up.
I really didn’t think it would go this fast.
Somehow the years ticked by one after another after another. And now, this is our year — With Chemistry books, and marketing courses, and Latin, and Algebra2, and American Literature. No longer do I have The Story of Ping, or Miquon Math with Cuseinaire rods, or the First Language Lessons for the Well-Trained Mind.
The years have been rich. Rewarding. I wouldn’t trade them for anything — the learning, the talks, and the family. Bonds. Priceless moments of sitting together and doing life together.
And so now, on Tuesday, we’ll start again. Year eleven. And even though it feels like such a leap of faith — can I really teach Chemistry? Will I remember the nuances of American literature? — I know that it’s another year. A year that will be full of growth and discussion and bonds and family.
We’ll do it. One day after another.
If you homeschool was there ever a year that seemed harder than the other?