When my oldest daughter, Rose, started kindergarten, she was excited and I was sad – my baby was growing up! She had taught herself to read before she was out of diapers, and the classwork was so boring for her that she spent more time assisting the teacher than being a student. The next year, she was even more bored: the school asked if she could help with remedial reading for third graders, but even this didn’t keep her busy enough to keep from disrupting classes. So before first grade was over, we decided to pull her out of school and teach her at home.
We tried “homeschooling” at first, but before long realized that her learning style was far better suited to “unschooling” – and in the years since, her siblings have also been flourishing in this loose, self-directed learning environment.
Now, my eldest baby is teaching herself Japanese, and has decided she will become a forensic scientist (joining me in yelling at the television when we watch “Forensic Files” and the investigators miss the obvious). Her younger sister, 12, is torn between cinema and diagnostic medicine (she loves “House, MD” and the new-to-her Sherlock Holmes mysteries); and my son, 9, wants to be an engineer (or maybe a pirate, or possibly a astronaut, or an invisible ninja) and has already taken apart and reassembled most of our clocks. And the youngest, well, she’s bent on world domination, and heaven help anyone who stands in her way.
It would have been so easy to send them to “real school” – but I shudder with horror at the thought of what would happen to them in the local conformity factories. There is nothing in my world as thrilling as hearing one say “learning is awesome” and another responding “shh – I’m trying to learn this.”
A passion for learning is probably the best gift a child can receive – and it’s free, infinite, and will last them the rest of their lives.
