Atheist Homeschool

My youngest petting a shark

Yes, we are atheists. Yes, we home school. Why is this weird to so many people? I don't use a curriculum necessarily. Everything starts with a book in our house. Good books, real books. I read aloud to my children, even the teens, and stop for every question (tedious most times). There isn't a lot of support in the atheist community (that I have witnessed) for secular homeschooling. My oldest son has a few textbooks, all older versions not able to be sold back to the college, mainly science and algebra. I print worksheets and we do experiments. The internet is such a valuable tool, USE IT!

As a homeschooling parent, I find the juggling of interests the most difficult. My twins are 8 and complete opposites. My son, the one petting the shark, loves math, magnets, Minecraft, and earth science. The questions he asks can sometimes send me down an internet wormhole for hours and leave me feeling inadequate. His twin sister loves stories. She easily uses 20 pages of notebook paper per day writing stories, jingles, riddles, jokes, leaving clues for scavenger hunts, etc. She also loves all animals, even the creepy ones. I value their interests and encourage a desire to discover for themselves. I also home school their 14 y/o brother. He is a voracious reader and teaches himself his math and science. The way I encourage studies in other realms, is a good ole-fashion debate. I always pretend to know more about any subject than he will ever know. It may take a few days, but he will revisit our debates to prove me wrong.

The twins doing Chemistry

I am a "veteran" homeschooler (7 years collectively). As a family, we left moderately fundamentalist christian religion (7 years ago). Previous homeschooling included, I just choked a little, Creation "Science," bible study, and ready-made, expensive curriculum. Secular homeschooling is completely new to me. I have "mommed" for almost 17 years now and have taken a "just go with it" attitude with our home school. My goal is for my children to find their area of expertise. I do require they stay on grade level with math and English, but other subjects are scheduled weekly at the whims of current interest. My children laugh at my uncouth way of asking strangers to share with them; like the fisherman that caught the shark at the beach. Yes, they were mortified that their mom said "hey, can we touch it?" Yet, they all loved feeling its sandpaper skin and their research on Bonnet sharks (related to the hammerhead).

Fun day at the co-op

Above all, I want them to realize this is their education, their skills, their lives! I am only to accommodate and encourage a healthy love of learning. They definitely play more freely than their PS peers and have incredibly active imaginations. The days aren't full of oh's and ah's, but the occasional ah!hah! moments are worth every bit of the frustrations I so frequently face.

Raw Hide

I found that personification is my "thing" in my last semester of college. Be it my childhood and always trying to figure life out or some instinct from generations past, I have always wondered what the walls would say if they could talk. I surprisingly enjoyed poetry assignments and this poem never found itself erased from my drive.

Raw Hide

On an old 6-penny nail, in the dank closet,

Hanging motionless against the wall,

He hung awaiting his sentence.

His dreams now forgotten, he had only one job.

He remembered his hopes of shiny adornment,

Like those the cowboys wore,

But was willing to take on being,

The working-man’s support.

His neighbors enjoyed being picked over and chosen,

Gone to dinner or church.

But when the yelling began, the childish mistakes,

He began to sweat.

As the stomping grew louder, and on flew the light,

He’d have hung, head down, if only he could.

This time, that old 6-penny was yanked on one last,

It clanked to the floor.

Folded over just once and tight in the man’s grasp,

No one ever asked how he felt.

He was hoisted to the highest of reaches, then

Brought down so swift the air whistled through his notches.

He felt himself bite, heard the child’s quick yelp,

Followed by sobbing.

Oh! How he hated being used on a child’s

Back end.

Debates on discipline have reached an all-time high. Corporal punishment is as hot-button an issue as abortion and taxes. I simply think consistency is key. Whatever you do, do it consistently. For our family, spanking worked when they were little to stop them from immediate danger, but did little in the way of encouraging them to think. If used to teach boundaries, why wouldn't a map work? Have you ever thought how the belt felt? The spoon? Any other instrument for exacting your special brand of discipline?

On Parenting

I have seen some of the most absurd parenting brags on social media lately. 5 weeks old "potty training," debates on the validity of the cry-it-out method, and your typical "so proud of my kid/look what it can do" boast posts.

I have 4 children. A 16 y/o daughter, 14 y/o son, and boy/girl 8 y/o twins. In short I have dealt with my fair share of insanity. I used to have it all neatly packaged and knew exactly what to do. Then, as if some cosmic force slowed the earth's orbit, I had an awakening. What awakening you ask? My awakening was that indeed I was fucking up my kids, we all are!

Of course, I do have 2 hard and fast "rules." First, never live vicariously through my children and protect their autonomy (even from me their mother). Second, celebrate their individuality. That's it! Physical protection is in there somewhere, you know the "mom gauge" of the severity of this current adventure going awry (tree climbing, starting fires, etc.). So long as potential injuries won't require more than 6 weeks of healing, I let them be.

The judges, of whether we are fucking up or not, are our kids. BEWARE! No one knows your flaws, nerves, and hurts like the ones that spent 9 months inside of you. They will use this knowledge to their benefit at the exact onset of your weakest moments! No one means to raise an asshole, but I sure have met my fair share of them!

In short, cease immediately potty training the newborn (I think you are suffering a breakdown or have the rose colored mom goggles tinted to magenta honey), hold your kids or leave them in the crib, and for the sanity of us all stop boast posting every moment of your children's lives!