You know, homeschooling is a real education… for the parents.
I know it’s educational for the kids too, but that’s sort of assumed. Tonight I want to tell you about how much I’ve been learning as I
teach learn alongside my kids.
Today we started our study of New Brunswick with the Bay of Fundy and its tides. This meant learning about tides and how they’re affected by the moon (and to a lesser extent, the sun.) Before this morning I could not have told you anything except that the moon’s gravity had some kind of effect on the oceans. Now I can tell you about spring tides and neap tides, and even why the Bay of Fundy’s tides are so pronounced (the answer to that one is resonance. Go look it up.)
While reviewing parts of the haggadah text, I was asked a very perceptive question about a pronoun that is used by both the wise son and the wicked (or contrary) son; only the contrary son gets castigated for it. This led me down a rabbit hole that ended with explanations of minor differences in manuscripts of the Torah dating back to the fourth or fifth century CE.
Then, just for fun, I looked up how to speak in a Yorkshire accent. I’m trying to make literature read-alouds more entertaining by doing different voices and accents for each character, and The Secret Garden has a few characters who speak in broad Yorkshire. Now my Martha and Dickon will sound a bit more authentic.
The above three examples were just from today. Nearly every homeschool day is like this. I’ve learned about gorillas, the origins of words spelled with gh, how to draw any regular polygon accurately, how igneous rock forms, why Bernini’s sculpture David is so different from Michelangelo’s…
And so it goes. Everything I want the kids to learn, I have to learn as well. And as Mr. December observed one evening, “Now I can see the gaps in my education.” I guess nobody can know everything (anymore) but knowing me and Mr. December, we’ll probably die trying.