There are many reasons I love homeschooling. I love the fact that the kids and I can complete morning chores in a calm manner before starting the school day. I love that I we can have healthy lunches and have meaningful conversations. I love hearing my son pick out tunes on his Grateful Dead Guitar. Mostly I love that I can teach in my pajamas or, if I’m feeling fancy, my yoga pants!
It’s not all a bed of roses, though. Well maybe it is. Roses have thorns, after all, and thorns hurt!
One thing about homeschooling that hurts, is that my older daughter doesn’t love to read. I’m not sure how it’s possible she is my child. I devour books nightly. I would get seriously bent out of shape if someone took away my Nook. My sister doesn’t like to read. Maybe my daughter is lacking the book-loving gene or maybe it mutated into the shopping gene. Genetics are funny.
Even though she doesn’t enjoy reading, I still make her read great literature. I’m mean that way.