Years ago, when our marriage was young, my husband and I used to enjoy house browsing; you know, checking out the models at new housing developments. We would meander through the homes, day-dreaming of the “some day” when we would be parents with a house full of children. I, of course, teacher that I was, would dream about having a school room so that I could teach our children at home. My imaginary room came complete with desks for each child, plenty of space for books, computers, and – of course – a chalkboard.
And in this ideal scenario, the children sat quietly at their desks, eager to hear all I had to impart to them. They got along famously, were content to stay in that room for hours each day learning, and I taught them with a smile on my face. Always. But the Dream didn’t take into consideration the challenges of parenting, let alone go into the nitty-gritty of the how to actually home school. Read More >>