Nice and Dada are now homeschooling or unschooling – mainly because I decided that I want them to have a more relaxed student life, learning at their own pace. There is no reason for them to be stressed-out. They are kids. They should enjoy being children. More so that they should enjoy learning while they are young. They should neither be traumatized by unreasonable “personalities” in school, gauged unfairly through tests/quizzes/recitations nor be drained physically from school activities, especially when they don’t even like it.
I felt their misery, everyday! Their day starts with an hour-long morning trip from our house to their school (the service bus picks them up at 5:40 in the morning so that they would be in school by 7:00 am). They lack sleep most of time because they had to work on their “projects” and “assignments” for submission the following day – several subjects require different outputs, of course; and then come home around 5:30 to 6:00 in the evening, dead-tired, sleepy and exhausted. Way back during “my” time, school was easy, I don’t remember I ever felt tired at all after class. Well, I know why (actually) – my children are more serious, hard-working students than I was. (Geeshh!).
Anyways, despite the hurdles in her every day morning rush, despite her struggles in getting up from her bed as early as 4:00 at dawn, despite her swelling, red, teary eyes due to incomplete sleep and shortened rests, Nice tried her best to juggle her lessons, projects, assignments, long tests, and extra-curricular-activities quite successfully. She completed her Primary Level Education receiving the highest graduation honors as the school’s Class Valedictorian for SY 2011. I can’t help being so proud of her.
Dada, on the other hand, did her best share in school (her report cards showed very good grades) – however, a traumatizing experience damaged her self-esteem. She developed fear in going back to school and was already scared to see her teacher again. It was a huge stumbling block to her developing self-confidence. That I couldn’t do anything because I was out of the country then, was heart-breaking for me – I could not help her. I remember I wrote a complaint to the school’s administration but, as expected, I was totally “ignored”. How I wished I was home. #$%^& Sorry – I am getting emotional again. (OK, I remember, am not supposed to say anything inappropriate here. It’s better to keep it to myself).
That incident made me finalize my decision: to pull them out of school and to start unschooling or deschooling. And it was one of the reasons why I had to come back home (from working abroad) for good. It was about time for me to take care of my children personally. I need to be around them all the time to protect them, once again – as much as I could, from everything that would harm them.
“What is there to prove?” – it’s so natural for my kids to do their best in everything they do; this was how my children were brought up in our household (and still is). And my eldest daughter, Iris, proved it – having graduated with top honors from elementary to college, even without me by her side during the last 5 years of her school life.
God gave me more than I deserve – three sweet, beautiful beings. My children – loving, kind, smart, responsible, respectful, etc.. etc… I can’t help but just be proud of these amazing gifts. I know I need to say more to describe all three of them but I am out of words to tell the whole world who they really are. I give my praises back to the Lord for manifesting His love in (and through) my children. I knew that “one” is enough; and “two” is too much; but “three” ? Even if I gave up my only son 14 years ago, these three gifts I have are more than amazingly PERFECT!
“Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6 ESV