Now and again I worry about what my kids will miss when they are not with their peers in the classroom. How behind will they be when we get back home? Will they enter the next grade level with their classmates?
Although I have a teaching background, I haven’t taught in many years. And I have one flaw when it comes to my kids’ education: I’m lazy.
Maybe it’s because my kids learn easily so I’ve never had to put much effort into helping them with school. Up until this point my main involvement has been reading books in the evening and helping with the odd writing assignment.
I know the effort it takes to pour over curriculum and put together lesson plans. I can’t imagine doing that on the road. But along with the nagging thoughts, an inner voice is telling me I need to relax.
This became evident over Spring Break when we were mountain biking in the Community Forest near Cranbrook. Claire had stopped her bike to rest and she began looking at the dried-up muddy stretch we were standing on.
“Mommy,” she called pointing at the hardened trail. “Look at how there are no plants here and it is all dry and bare. And look where there are lots of grass and bushes, there is lots of water in the ground!”
That simple observation spawned a whole conversation on wetlands, water tables, the importance of forests and vegetation, and human impacts.
The best education is authentic and organic, and it doesn’t have to happen in the classroom. I’m prepared for my kids to be behind in some areas when they re-enter school, but they will be so far ahead in many others that I know they will be alright.