Super Mom

Zander

Why I ♥ homeschool

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That.  That is why.

However there is so much more.  I can’t possibly put all of it in words and I can’t possibly remember all of the positives but let me try.

  • Time.  He gets to spend more time on a subject if he needs to.  There is no rush to get to the next class or worrying that the rest of the class has to wait for him.
  • Time again.  Class doesn’t have to be 25 minutes.  If he is enjoying a specific topic, then we spend more time on it.  Learn more about it.  We don’t stop at what the book says.  We learn more.  Google.  Youtube (our best friend)
  • Time again.  If he is tired or battling to concentrate, I just skip the lesson and do it on another day.
  • Our relationship.  We have always had a close relationship.  (as I do with all my children) however he is now more willing to open up to me.  He is a happy chappy.  That is not always a good thing, since under that happy smile there is also anxiety, sadness, worry, stress.  Only recently he has started sharing the more negative side of things with me.
  • Bullies.  We don’t have bullies in our school ☺  (One of the reasons I wish I could homeschool all my children – bullies have no idea how much they hurt someone.  By the time they are grown up and realize it, it’s too late for the person who was bullied)
  • His friends aren’t just 11 years old.  One of his closest swimming friends is 14.  It’s not limited by grade.
  • Stress.  He has so little of it now.
  • Confidence.  He is another child.  Where he used to almost battle to talk to other people or hide behind me, he will now have conversations as though they are long lost friends.

The list is endless actually.  He is happy.  He is doing well.  As an example, he got 82% for history.  He did not learn for it.  We did no revision.  It was from what he learned when we worked through his book (google and youtube as well)  No stress.  Just from the time we spend on the subject, to make sure he understands and enjoy it.  It’s not a punishment.  It’s fun.  He wants to learn more because we make it fun.  We live the history.  We don’t read the history.

Anyway, off subject again.

He is happy.

 


You can do this

I have read many articles on homeschooling.  One of concerns people has is that you cannot work and homeschool.  One article actually said that it is impossible.

Well, I’m here to say that it is very possible.

Possible for me and Zander.  Okay, I can work around homeschooling, true but still I have to balance work, homeschool, 4 other children, their sport and well….having a life and we do it.

If you really want to homeschool, take comfort in the fact that you can.  It is really not that big of a deal.

I’ve done the planning for this term.  I actually wouldn’t mind starting now already!   Although I highly doubt Zander would want to 😉


Baklei soos kat en hond

Zander had to write an Afrikaans story yesterday.  Let me tell you that when he was still in “normal” school, that would bring tears to his eyes.  He felt incompetent to do that.  He didn’t want to write more than a short sentence.  Writing took long.  Concentrating on spelling and remembering what it was that he wanted to write about took time.  Time he never had in school.  (Just to make it clear I don’t blame school.  Class is only so long.)

We just finished his Afrikaans for the year yesterday.  His last activity was to write a story.  I’m going to rewrite it here, with his spelling mistakes. He has dyslexia and unless he uses the speech to text program, his spelling is typical that of a dyslexic person.  So either read past that or try and understand what it is like for him to write.

Before I do that though, look at this.  This was posted on a website and tries to show us what it looks like for a dyslexic person to read and obviously that is one of the reason why spelling is so difficult.

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Die gesegde is hulle bekly soos kat en hond

Daar was ‘n kat en ‘n hond wat altyd bekly het.  Hulle dag en dag bekly. Een dag toe bekly hulle nog en ieweskilik wou ‘n arint kat vag.  😦  Hond het gese: “Ek gaan dut nie toe laat nie.”  Hond het gehartloop en die aarent gebyt die arent het vinig gevlug.

Kat het gesê: “DankieDankieDankie!!! 🙂 Dankie baie hond jy het my lewe geret.”  Hond:” Enige tyd my goei vrind.”

Kat en hond het van dei dag af nie weer bekly nie.

Die end.

Daar is soveel redes hoekom hierdie storie vir my so mooi is. Hy tyd geneem om te dink oor wat hy wil skryf.  Hy het die storie beplan.    Die storie is nie net een sin in ‘n paragraaf nie.  Hy het direkte rede gebruik.  Hy het dit geniet.  Dis die belangrikste.  Hy het dit geniet.

Ek is so ongelooflik vreeslik trots op die seun.


Best Ouboet ever

Quintus is your typical Ouboet. He will stand up for his brothers, protect them and give them advice. He will be their biggest supporter. 

Zander is lucky enough to have two older brothers. Both of them love the little guy a lot and probably do more for him than most brothers will.

This is about Quintus though. I looked at him yesterday as he stood with Zander at the pool, waiting for his turn to swim. Zander’s first gala. He stood there and spoke to him so nicely. Giving him the kind of moral support that many fathers lack. 


When Zander swam freestyle he got tired at the end. (probably because he was late for the race and didn’t have time to catch his breath) However when he looked up and saw Quintus, it was as if he got extra strength. Just that little more energy that he needed.

I am hugely thankful for the love my children have for each other. 


Congratulation on your two medals Zander.  We are all so proud of you.


Just a short story

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To anyone else, this is a photo of a child writing a story.

To me it is so, so much more.  It’s my dyslexic son, that uses spaces between his words. That’s writing in paragraphs. My son who put thought into the story.  He took the time to think of a good introduction and ending.

He wasn’t worried about the spelling or how quickly he had to finish.  There is no rush when you are a home schooled and spelling is helped by the cellphone.

By removing those two factors, he could focus on what is truly important when writing a short story.

I don’t know if we are getting it 100% right all the time.  I don’t.

I look at that though and it seems like we are getting something right!

 


The right thing

I had to smile at Jason last week.  He asked me why I raised him so well.  It would be so much easier if he didn’t always feel like he should do the right thing.

His teacher gave him 100% for a test and when he looked at it, he realized his teacher made a mistake and then told the teacher who adjusted his marks.

I would have done the same thing and I hope they will always do the right thing but it doesn’t always feel like the right thing to do!

Like Zander today. The A team is going to play paintball to celebrate an important win but the B team is practicing as normal.  After lots of turmoil, he also decided that it is the right thing to practice.

I know how badly he wants to be a part of the A team, so understanding that he should not go is not easy for a 10 year old.

Proud of him for getting it though.  Loyalty is important.  Doing the right thing is eventually the right thing to do.


Apparently I baby my kids

What a week.

My little son, who has the smallest heart, was broken this week.

Broken bones can be healed.  A broken heart not so easily.

I stood outside the school grounds and saw him fall apart.  I watched him stand up and just break.

I wasn’t even planning on being there but something just said to me that I should stay.

After playing thirteen games for the A team, after being in the starting 15, after playing full games the last 5 games, he wasn’t chosen to be in the team.

There was absolutely no reason for him to even think he wouldn’t be chosen.  The little boy who was chosen in his place was ALWAYS the reserve player.

He stood there, in front of the “chosen ones”  and my son broke.  Burst out crying. The other 3 boys expected it and handled it much better.

He has the smallest heart but that whole heart is rugby.  He loves rugby with every fiber in that little body.

I can say many bad things but will decline to do so.  As it is I was called into the principal’s office.

I was told that it is time for him to face disappointments. For me to allow him to grow up.

Firstly he is 10.

But most importantly there is a massive difference between being disappointed and being treated unfairly.  One can handle disappointment (like if they chose the team 13 matches ago and he wasn’t chosen then) and being treated unfairly, like now.

It’s like promising your employee that you will definitely give them a raise but by the time the raise is due, you call them in and fire them.

We were told that he would be in the team.  It was discussed in front of him that he would be the wing.

There is nothing they can do to fix it now.  The damage is done.

Maybe sorry?  Maybe I wish we did it differently?

Damage done though.

Love how we are now being treated at school.  Such a pleasure to not be greeted.  Not by the parents though.  They all feel for Zander, with some not agreeing with the decision at all.

I really have a hard time accepting the way it was handled.  It’s sad that the situation is where it is at now, since he has to try out for the team again next year.  With the same coach(es).  I do hope that they won’t hold this whole situation against him.  The boy who has been hurt by the way adults treated the situation.

He played B team rugby yesterday though.  He came off the field with the biggest smile on his face.  He played flank.  The position I have felt he should play all along.  The brothers, my dad, we all thought he would be a much better flank than a wing.  Well he proved it yesterday.  He made tackle after tackle.  Moved from tackle to tackle all in one play.

I was so proud of him.  His little heart is not healed but he has proved that his spirit can’t be broken.

Zander, we love you.  We are proud of you regardless.

If I baby my kids, I’m sorry.  I do know that I have awesome kids though.  Caring children. Children who respect others.

I’m proud of my children.  All of them.

Just don’t try to break one.  I will stand there like an idiot in the principal’s office and cry like a baby.  Unable to speak.  I will stand up for them though.  I will baby them if I have to. I will not let adults hurt them.