I was against homeschooling, until I could no longer deny that it was the best thing for our children.
I am a 28-year-old mom of three small kid. We live in beautiful, mountainous, Mormon-as-heck Utah. I grew up in New York City, where I graduated from 13 years of public school. My husband grew up all over the place, and was homeschooled. (Can you tell whose idea it was to homeschool our kids from the beginning, and who needed a little convincing?)
I’m hesitant to classify my oldest daughter as gifted, but she’s pretty amazing. She guides her own learning, for the most part, and approaches most everything with unbridled enthusiasm.
Two words I’d use to describe my son are stubborn, and huge. Also, hugely stubborn. As he gets older, he wants to be included in what his big sister’s doing. He’ll be attending a preschool run by a wonderful neighbor for a few hours a week, this fall.
My youngest daughter is a joy. For much of her young life she’s been content just being in the same room with us, taking it all in, but now that she’s a toddler, she’s becoming more interested in doing what the big kids are doing.
My husband is a programmer who, in spite of the craziness at home, always wants to be with us. He’s asked that we reserve the “fun” subjects for when he’s home. He will be teaching some science and Latin as the kids get older.