The reality of homeschooling is that no matter how sweet and polite your children are, you will be criticized all day long and not receive a cent for it.
Every eye roll, every potato picked out of the stew, every complaint about the day’s schedule amounts to a petite chip picked out of the already precarious block of ice that is the parent’s soul.
Homeschooling requires a thick skin.
Truthfully, some days (most days?) I don’t think I am equipped for this.
I am well-educated, clever, creative, and good at finding activities and curricula to fill in the necessary gaps in my experience. I also thoroughly love and enjoy my children. Theoretically such a fine combination should equate to a fulfilling, satisfying experience for all involved.
It does not. My kids are thriving. They are satisfied.
I, on the other hand, could use a little praise and a hearty paycheck.
I often consider that those who are paid for their work receive some form of acknowledgement at the end of a pay period no matter how poorly they have done or how little their work has been praised verbally. They still receive a reminder that their work is appreciated.
Of course, that mentality is the problem.
We are judged by the size of our paycheck and we learn to judge ourselves in the same way. This is the message we receive our whole lives, so much so that we let the world convince us to shelf our passions in favor of that paycheck.
My goal with homeschooling is that my children never have to feel like the elusive paycheck (or test score) is more important than doing that which allows them to contribute the most to humanity. I suppose the biggest hurdle to me teaching them that is me learning it myself.
But that requires a thicker skin than the one I have today.