Home schooling is a way of life. Learning becomes something you do all the time and in many unique ways. Schooling becomes part of the family experience and the family is the key to education. At first everything must be carefully considered and thought out and it is an effort to conform to your new status. Slowly we evolve into creatures we never thought we could be until one day you forget that you are home schoolers at all. It just becomes... part of your existence.
Once in a while, though, some little thing pops up to remind you that you have chosen a different path. At times when those tid bits come to the forefront, you might even shock yourself.
For example, when someone asks our children about their pet dog and the children say, "We don't have a dog but we have pet... tadpoles, salamanders, lizards, caterpillars, butterflys, moths, stink bugs, prayingmantis, newts, frogs... you have to know that you are a homeschooler. Yes, you can tell a lot about a person by their pets.
When the kids ask why we have to have the cat fixed instead of letting her have kittens and before you know it you spend a half hour doing math on the white board to demonstrate how many cats we would have had in seven years if we would have allowed the cat to breed at will. And then you write in the lesson book, "Math lesson on exponents." You could be accurately accused of being a homeschooler.
When the lizard gets lose and the entire afternoon is interrupted trying to capture her... and you can't understand why some people think it is icky to have a reptile at large... well, you must be a homeschooler.
When the pet lizard dies and there happens to be five feet of snow on the ground so the kids can't bury him... you tell them to put the reptile in a box and put the box in a zip lock bag and put it in the freezer next to the OTHER dead lizard from last week until the ground thaws... you must admit that you are a homeschooler.
When you come home one day and tuck your four year old in for a nap and suddenly hear him shouting with an enthusiasm reserved for Christmas morning about all those neat things crawling on his bureau... and you run to his room to see what blight has taken over your home... and it happens to be that his pet praying mantis has just hatched one thousand (YES, ONE THOUSAND) young... which happen to fit through the air holes of the tank... and you don't even bat an eyelash... and kids start running in every direction while shouting things like, "Should I get the vacuum?" and "Mom, look at those cool babies!"... you have to know that you are a homeschooler.
When the kids realize the mother praying mantis is dead (part of the hatching process) and the kids say, "Cool! We'll put her in the freezer, and have a triple funeral," it is likely you are homeschoolers.
Even if you could explain those all away in one way or another, there is no way to deny your homeschool status when you open your calendar to preview March and the first item you see is, "Order ants now that it is warm enough for them to be safely mailed."
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