A criticism often levelled at those of us who blog about our experiences with home education is that we only ever portray the positives – it’s a shiny, happy version of the reality of home education. I think I may be guilty of that. Home education is still relatively rare in the UK, and many people don’t understand why we would make that choice for our children. Reactions can vary from puzzlement to downright hostility. So we may feel a pressure to emphasise the positives and downplay the negatives. Usually when I write about our home educating experiences, it is the good things – the moments of creativity, clarity, wonder. The happiness we share together as a family. But in the interests of balance, I should say that some days can be boring, frustrating, demoralising. Some days I think “AAAAAAAARRRGHHHHH! Why on earth am I doing this?!?!” I think it would be fair to say that Wednesday of this week was one such day. I took the boys to an art exhibition, thinking they would be inspired but they shuffled their feet and looked bored. I thought we would spend some relaxing time in the garden, watching birds or sketching flowers, but the boys preferred to fight with sticks and scream at the top their lungs. It was just “one of those days”, and I was glad to be off on a rare evening out with girlfriends. So I was especially humbled and touched to come home and find these pictures from the boys waiting for me:
Aren’t they lovely? And it helped me to remember that, even on the bad days, I am blessed and grateful to have two such wonderful, creative and thoughtful sons, and I am very lucky and honoured to be able to spend time with them, helping them to learn and grow. It’s not an easy ride, but it is definitely worthwhile for moments like this.