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The kinds of socialization problems homeschoolers DO have…

So, this came up today.  I was with some other homeschool moms at a park where the kids played and the moms hung out.  It’s great when there are more than two moms because then when a kid needs a mom for more than a question–like some dedicated one-on-one help, snuggling, working through a challenge, or showing us something they made that requires some back and forth questioning and interest–the remaining mom has someone to chat with.  Score.  Okay, okay, okay….

By now, in late 2014, when I tell people that we homeschool, I almost never get asked if I’m worried about socialization–which is a nice thing.  I’m kind of tired of that one.  (If you are someone that still wants answers to that, please see my guest blog post on The Innovative Educator called “How socialization happens in homeschooling”).

So there is no issue that homeschooled kids absolutely get socialization and social skills despite being homeschooled.  There are certainly a couple of social challenges for homeschoolers.  They are different than the social challenges of schooled kids, but challenges none-the-less.  Let me share…

First, a major issue we have seen lately is that homeschooled kids integrate with others with pretty much no regard for age.  If you can keep up, you can play–whether you are 4 or 14.  What differs is that schooled kids seem to subscribe to a hierarchy based on age.  We dealt with this with my own kids recently when they (current ages 5 and 10) were playing with another kid whose age was between the two (but closer to my younger).  This child would change attitude the second my oldest was around–clearly trying to gain BigGuy’s favor and sometimes that meant being mean to Girly.

When this inevitably came up with the other parents, one of the comments the other parent made was that kids always want to be with the older kids because they think the older kids are cooler.

Hunh….

See, that’s not really the case with homeschooled kids.  There is no perceived hierarchy among the kids based on age… for all kinds of reasons.  In school, there is an apparent level of achievement with the moving up in grade that naturally comes with age.  It stands to reason that kids want to be with those who have achieved something they are working towards.  There is also undoubtedly a level of admiration that goes with someone that’s gotten through what they are currently working on.  But homeschooled kids are not rarely separated out by age level.  Their age is not relevant to any of their achievements; and in fact, their academic (or other) achievements may not even be visible to many of their peers.  BigGuy’s friends have no idea that he’s working on high school level biology.  It just doesn’t come up.  They’re not in class together.  Homeschooled kids are regularly thrown into a group of diverse ages (which often includes older and younger siblings) for any number of activities.

So when homeschooled kids are confronted with schooled kids whose attitudes change because their age becomes known and suddenly relevant to the relationship–most of them have no idea what’s going on.  My daughter doesn’t “get” that this other kid was mean to her as a means of trying to show “rejection of little kids” to BigGuy.  It’s a set of social politics that just doesn’t relate to most homeschoolers (and frankly, it only relates to schooled kids while they’re in school).

The other social problems homeschoolers have is learning to respond to other people who either don’t understand or don’t like homeschoolers.  As parents, how do you even prepare your kids for this?  It’s kind of like being a family of a minority faith (and one that is sometimes so misunderstood that people could get rather nasty) and trying to prepare your kids for the broad range of ways people can come at them because of it.  When BigGuy was 5, we REGULARLY got “Are you excited to go to Kindergarten?” and sometimes it got as nasty as “Don’t you WANT to go to school?” as if it was my 5yo’s choice.  We don’t get a lot of that anymore.

But just a few months ago, an innocent walk to the corner to see a dog that was the same breed we have turned into this dog’s owner chastising me in front of my children because we homeschool.  We noted that we had just moved into the neighborhood and the woman asked if the kids went to the local public school (as opposed to a private school).  BigGuy piped up that they were homeschooled, and this woman launched into a tirade that even took ME by surprise.  In front of my children, she told me that I was creating social misfits that would be bullied into adulthood because of my overinflated sense of self.

This woman who knew only that I had just moved into the neighborhood and had the same breed of dog as she did.  Nothing else.  Not that anything else MATTERED really; but still…

How do you prepare a child to deal with people who will respond to them with such hostility?  Especially since it’s pretty rare.  It’s not like you want to prepare them for that kind of thing and scare them; but it’s not like you want them unprepared for it to potentially happen.

Last, homeschoolers are people, too.  People just like schoolers to some extent.  To that end, the parents can be just as persnickety, judgmental and clique-y as schooled parents.  And that means if your kid does something they don’t like or is in some way, shape or form undesirable to them–they can pretty well isolate you (depending on their sphere of influence).  At minimum, it can mean they just won’t hang out with you any more and if you’re in a place where homeschoolers are a minority–that can cut your playdates down quite a bit.  Of course, this is not the end of social opportunities by any stretch (again, I refer to “How socialization happens in homeschooling”) but it can be a bummer and it can hit homeschoolers just as hard as being ostracized from a group in school and suddenly having nobody to sit with at lunch.  The major difference being that it’s not in a homeschooler’s face daily because they’re not forced to be around the people they’re being snubbed by (although sometimes they are through community or church affiliations).  But it still sucks.

1509920_10203399623285676_6033537250071200065_nFrankly, I’ll take this over some of the crap that comes with school.  But just to let you know, our unicorns don’t all fart out rainbows in homeschool-land.  Updated to include a photo someone sent me on this point.  🙂

Things that got done today

Things that happened today:

  • The skylight installer arrived around 8am to install what we hope will be the cure to my Seasonal Affect Disorder (which we have known about forever, but didn’t realize this master bedroom was the cave it turned out to be).  We have tried the special lights and the extra Vitamin D dosing, but my body needs the real deal.  But this also meant I had to get OUT of bed before I was ready.  :/
  • The boy slept “late”.  Yesterday, Husbeau woke the boy and that process woke up everyone else.  I noted to the man that 1) we homeschool so that our kids don’t have to be woken up regularly; 2) that waking the boy from a sleep has NEVER. EVER. gone well; and 3) that the boy has shown multiple signs of fighting off an illness.  I then suggested that he not wake the boy again.
  • Girly watched a lot of Carmen Sandiego.
  • BigGuy got all of his assigned work done except for reading “Science in Ancient Egypt“–a library book that disappeared the second we found the previously missing ($30 to replace) book “The Ancient Egyptians“.  Seriously, people… we FUND a library employee.
  • We went to a friend’s house to play chess and that went quick so the bunch of us walked to a nearby park.
  • On the way home from that adventure, we stopped at ANOTHER friend’s house where the mommies did a peer accountability session and the kids played.  And by “played” I mean that we HEARD Britney Spears singing “Toxic” from the back patio, but we didn’t realize they were watching the video.  When all was set right in the world and they were left only with music, I saw all three small girls jiggle in ways I didn’t know they had ever SEEN before.  Girly has gone on to fake-sing the refrain over and over and over and over and over and over and over.  And explain how 1) she knew it was just pretend; and 2) she wore poisonous lipstick… multiple times to multiple people.  10559929_10152397321458753_1551285787687603624_n
  • We said goodbye to our beloved babysitter, who is off to Sicily.  Wow are we going to miss him.  He was such a good friend, not just someone who watched our kids.  We love that guy and hope he is safe in his travels.

 

Things that completely sucked today:

  • Saying goodbye to someone we love.
  • Not being able to sleep in our bed tonight because the very last tiny bit of sanding and painting couldn’t be done on the skylight in the master bedroom today (the joint compound wouldn’t dry fast enough)
  • BigGuy ate an apple, which means he will wet the bed tonight and I will have sheets to wash tomorrow.

 

Things that need to happen:

  • I seriously need to get to Socratic discussions with BigGuy.  Especially now that he’s been asked to leave the Young Philosopher’s group (which is content for an entirely other post that I wrote, but then had more stuff happen related to it and need to rework that post).
  • We need to prepare this house for the winter.  Get the fireplaces operable and a generator for the freezers and I think we should get a snowblower, but who am I, really?
  • Get that which is still packed UNpacked and organized.  E-f#%!ing-nough already.  We moved in MAY, people.  There is no longer the excuse that this house is temporary or that this house isn’t ours and therefore we don’t want to put systems into place that may not work wherever we land.  We have landed.  (notice I’m banking on that skylight doing the trick).
  • We all need to get on our game with our supplements and eating habits.  I’m the fattest I have ever been and I understand that my trauma therapy for the last year has contributed to that, but dude… let’s go.

I think that’s all the news that’s fit to print over here.  It’s been a day.

The week in review

Things I did well this week:

  • Planning an appropriate amount of work
  • Planning work that BigGuy found interesting and engaging
  • Planning around events we scheduled
  • Reading our character building book
  • Working (unexpectedly) a consignment sale fundraiser (for a friend whose kids were sick) and although EX. HAUST. ED.  I really handled all my responsibilities well!  WOOT!
  • And on that note, bought some good shirts for BigGuy at above-referenced sale.
  • Nearly kept up on our new (or rather, return-to-former) laundry routine where nobody has hampers–all laundry is collected every morning and a load is done every day.  BAM!
  • Not losing my sh!t on anyone.  This is actually an accomplishment because my PTSD therapy in the last week was rough.

Things I did not do well this week:

  • Having backup plans when primary plans fell through–which left us kind of in a not-great situation sometimes.
  • Finding engaging things to do with Girly because truly, I didn’t realize how this whole new “wake up and work with Papa” thing would pan out
  • Reading to either of my kids
  • Doing the socratic discussions with BigGuy.  To be fair, this was partly my not wanting Friday to be C O N S T A N T discussion/analysis and partly because we had an emergency plan-change for Saturday that left me missing Girly’s soccer game (and a night out for someone’s 40th birthday that I was really looking forward to) and canceling attendance at a kids birthday party.
  • Apparently I may not have enforced the deodorant rules well enough to BigGuy because his Friday discussion group leader sent out an e-mail to all of us parents requesting some body odor enforcement.  I’m not sure if it was BigGuy (since I didn’t notice offensive odor… this week) or someone else.  But note to self: bear down on this one.
  • Definitely did not enforce the bathroom chore routine well enough with BigGuy.  But also didn’t enforce any chore routines with Girly, either.
  • Keeping my grumpy on the down-low at times.  Like when there was a detour for a field trip and I had zero contact numbers to find out where to go.  I’d been told “the big main entrance–parking lot is right there, you can’t miss it” only to find out 1) there were no less than 6 parking lots; and 2) we weren’t going to the big, main entrance.  And my car was out of gas.  In an area I didn’t know well.  And I was really, really grumpy about it to other people including adults.

Other things that happened this week:

  • Girly has become a brick wall goalie.  I seriously cannot even…
  • BigGuy decided that he would start going to bed without a parent laying down with him “so that he could start doing sleepovers”.  This is simultaneously an awesome day and the worst day of my life.  I knew it was coming just like when you KNOW someone is going to die of a terminal illness and yet, it blindsides you anyway.  So far, we have discovered that we need a “goodnight” routine as I wound up without a kiss goodnight.   Girly did her own hair
  • Girly decided to start doing HER OWN hair.  Have you seen this kid’s hair, folks?  This is a picture of what it looks like for her to “do her own hair”.  She pretty much flattens the top with water and I’m not really sure what hair “utensil”.  She does it often and is VERY proud of herself… so I compliment her every time and remind myself that we will absolutely HAVE to REALLY do her hair the next morning rather than slack.
  • We went on a crazy awesome field trip to a municipal airport and aviation school that included the control tower.
  • We wound up with 4 shares of Community-Sponsored Agriculture (CSA) farm shares to manage.  Two that we normally get from our farm plus two more that people did not pick up from our house (which serves as a host site for a local CSA farm).  This would normally be an awesome thing.
  • BigGuy and Girly are clearly fighting off illness.  Between Illinois being one of the 6 states with confirmed cases of Enterovirus and close friends kids coming down with Coxsackie… I’m concerned.  Last night, BigGuy let out a few coughs in the middle of the night (for more on why this is a big deal, see BigGuy’s background)

Overall, I think it was a decent week.  I would love to be downtown drinking with a bunch of happy women celebrating a 40th birthday right now, but I will take a hot bath and soft bed after this day of being on my feet ALL. DAY. and up since early (for a work-related meeting before covering at the sale).

Upshot is that BigGuy is happier and feels like the dynamics of the household have changed for the better with this recent change in who is getting up when and doing what.

I can’t lie that there is a very, very tiny part of me that is sad that Papa gets to connect with the boy instead of me.  I mean, I know he loves me and all.  I just wish I had the resources right now to connect with him more meaningfully.  Or that I was at least gaining something else in the absence of that connection.  Like maybe connecting with Girly.  They grow up so fast.  I just need to focus on the gratitude for having a husband that gives them that rather than my kids lacking it completely.

Girly has found her “thing”

Girly--Sept. 2013
Sept. 2013, shy & tentative

And it’s totally soccer.  Soccer, people.  Which is fitting for my fiery Latina.  Of course, we had good friends who are Mexican that relocated and aside from the other things we miss about them–the husband was our “futbol” mentor for her.  I had a detailed message exchange with him tonight about what to do with her to ensure her continued success.    Because, ya know, Mama was athletic but so NOT a soccer player and Papa… well… Papa is a self-proclaimed “sports moron”.

Last year was Girly’s first year in soccer, and true to her nature–she was timid and didn’t really “get in there”.  The picture to the left says it all.  It fully embodies her personality at the time.  She’s shy and unsure of herself most of the time.  She played for the AYSO team in our neighborhood and knew two of the kids on the team pretty well.  One she really liked and the other she took issue with him kicking her ball a lot during practice drills.  She didn’t seem to run as fast as we’d seen her run in other situations.  She definitely didn’t seem to be persistent with what she needed to be doing.  She enjoyed playing with her friends and goofing off a lot and even then, she seemed to sometimes hang back from the little group of girls on the team… as if she wasn’t sure if she was really accepted there.

This is a really common theme with her: not knowing where she belongs.  It’s been so hard.  We made an amazing breakthrough with her last month in connecting with her as a family.  She finally… FINALLY… let the wall down and accepted comfort from me in her pain.  OMG, she’s never done that.  It was so, so huge.  I wanted to cry.  She’s nearly 6 and we’ve had her from birth.  No question–our life exacerbated what was already there; but it’s so huge to know we’re getting there with patience and love.

When we knew we were moving out of the neighborhood, we were led to believe she could no longer be on the neighborhood team anymore.  We signed her up for soccer in our new town and consoled ourselves with the potential for meeting people in our new neighborhood.  We took a spot for a team in a park not far because there was a wait-list for the team that practiced at the school up the street.  But then we found out she COULD play on her old team because we didn’t move far.  I canceled her spot on the new team (which met on the same night as the old team) and put her back in AYSO.  I also wait-listed her on the soccer team that met at the school up the street in our new town.  We had come to really appreciate the potential to meet people and kids in our new town and really, she wasn’t doing ballet or gymnastics.  Why not?  She was excited about soccer, if only for the snacks.

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Sept. 2014–game face!

Well, we are now about 2 weeks into the season and she’s a different kid.  No kidding.  Playing on the new team has really changed her.  She’s gotten progressively more aggressive with her soccer skills.  She’s running fast, getting in and really getting at the ball.  The progress has been amazing, and she’s really doing well.  Papa took video of her goalie drills and it was really unbelievable.  She wasn’t afraid of the ball.  All of this has now transferred over to her performance on the AYSO team.  She came home tonight so proud to tell me her achievements!  She’s always been so shy and so self-deprecating.  It was so awesome to see her able to acknowledge her achievements!  SUCH HUGE STEPS!!!

Just before she went upstairs to change, she told me all the things “she was” now:  a story writer (author), a dancer, a singer, a runner, a soccer player and I think a few other things.  She was so proud of all the things “she was” now.  Her smile was just beaming.  And so was mine.

I could never have dreamed this day would come so soon with her.  But wow… #thankful.