I learned lessons in my childhood, life lessons, lessons about who to be and how to be.
My sons learned these lessons, unconsciously, from me, as I lived my homeschooling life.
And they, in turn, taught me many things.
Families do that. We live together and in our everyday moments we teach and learn.
Is that magnified in a homeschooling family? I think it may be, because, you know,we spend more time together than most.
in my childhood, I learned not to be vulnerable. I learned to be resilient. I dealt with family difficulties by being perfect at school, that good girl who got good grades and never caused a fuss.
Some of these I unknowingly, I unwittingly, passed onto my sons. That resilience. That don’t make a fuss but just cope with it and move on. That strength.
Of course, the strength can mask the sorrow or pain. We are good at that in my family.
The force of strength and resilience is strong with us.
And that’s not a bad thing at all.
What have my children taught me, in turn?
To be vulnerable. To have a child is to become vulnerable, because you love and are in awe of creation.
Motherhood and homeschooling made me vulnerable. Vulnerable because of love. Vulnerable to criticism. I mean, by homeschooling or, God forbid but I freely admit it, unschooling, you naturally open yourself to observation, and sometimes, to criticism. I had to face my people pleasing Hermione nature … You can’t please everyone when you are unschooling.
I learned, from my kids, that the different path can be a good path. Even if it makes me vulnerable and different and, currently, earning less than I should have done had I worked and pursued my career. Instead of pursuing unschooling.
Learning and teaching are the stuff of life. We give who we are to our families , we learn and we teach, they learn and they teach.