I remember starting "school" - officially - with my 5yo daughter. We started off at a little desk, just her size. We played the music on the CD when the teacher's guide called for a song. We read the little story, re-enacted the little play, drew the little picture, read another little story...before finally getting to the nitty-gritty: handwriting, phonics, and math. Two to three hours later, we were falling apart. The 3yo interrupted, the 5yo interrupted, we lost interest, we left the table, we came back to the table. The house fell apart. Bills sat on the counter, waiting to be payed.
When my daughter was 4, I was long awaiting the day that we could "school" officially. I read every homeschool book. When an experienced homeschool mom of 3 opened her heart to me by saying she couldn't get her 8 yo son to write, I had every answer from every book I had read. Bless that woman's heart, because she answered with, "oh thanks, I'll try that!" I thought I was so helpful.
Then
we schooled officially. I knew all the answers, but it didn't make our school run any better, the house stay any cleaner, the bills get paid any sooner, or the kids behave any better. I kept thinking that if I just tried the right schedule, the right curriculum, adopted the right educational philosophy, then it would all run like clockwork.
Then I started to wish...wish down to my very toes...that I could be the fly on the wall in another homeschool mom's household. But that was too nosy, I didn't want to ask! Can you imagine? "Hi, I met you at a homeschool support group meeting, and I was wondering if I could sit quietly in the corner and watch you teach your children?" Afterall, maybe these experienced women had the answer and I could see how a professional does it! But I could never know that secret.
Flashback, even earlier...I remember holding my first daughter as a tiny little infant. I had read every book on nursing babies, loving babies, diapering babies, getting babies to sleep at night. But none of the books helped me parent any better. None of the books gave me any more sleep at night. I was desperate for the support and mentoring of experienced moms, especially homeschool ones (because I knew that's what I wanted to do, five years from the day of my daughter's birth!) I called one mom of eight kids and asked if we could get our infants together. I must have sounded ridiculous! She politely declined and avoided me after that. What I was really saying was, "you are a Proverbs 31 woman, a great wife to your husband, a loving mom to your kids, and I really need a mentor to show me how I, too, can be that kind of woman."
There was, however, one mom...a non-church going, non-homeschooling mom...that invited me over when I was pregnant with my first child. She included me in on social events with her other mom-friends. She was honest, and invited me over for lunch with piles of laundry on the couch, and jam smudges on the table and walls. I think back to that when I see my own laundry piles and jam smudges. I was blessed by those times of mentoring (because, that is, in fact what it was). It was a small glimpse of reality - what a real mom's life looks like.
I understand, we homeschool moms are busy! We really don't have time to mentor another mom - perhaps an obnoxious one that knows all the answers from books (like I was!) But I have realized recently just how much I needed other moms to show me a glimpse of their very real lives. I'm a few years into this thing called homeschooling now, and if you want to know the real truth, it looks like utter chaos. I'm still waiting for the day that I pull it all together. I can't invite another mom to see all this, can I? But then I think back to the laundry piles and jam smudges at the other moms house, and I think how much that blessed me. I may not deem myself worthy of the title "experienced homeschooler", but some of the newbies might not see it that way.
So, I guess the whole point of this...if a mom to a 4 year old tells you she's "homeschooling" and asks, "can we get our preschoolers together for a playdate?" And...if you really thinks she's obnoxious because she knows every answer and already has her preschooler busily filling in workbook pages. Well...invite her over, anyway. Smile and nod when she has helpful suggestions. Let her see the jam smudges, the rugrats behaving poorly, and the discarded workbook that your 9 yo tantrums about. She needs to see it. It's called "mentoring". And its a great way to bless someone not as far along on their own homeschool journey.