I had a discussion with a mom last night who is considering homeschooling one of her kids next year. She asked me the usual questions but the one that made me wince was “What do you do for history?”
I talked about Beautiful Feet for American History….Story of the World for ancient history….museums….blah, blah. Little did she know I was squirming a little inside because I haven’t been “up” in history this year.
Fast forward to today. Molly and Caleb are firing questions at me and my friend, Miss Laurel….who happens to be the wife of Daniel’s telephone expert friend, Mr. Jim. The questions were around World War II and then morphed into questions about the Berlin Wall.
I went prattling on about the Communist and how the Wall went up after WWII. I knew I was on some shaky ground, so Miss Laurel grabbed an encyclopedia and read to a spellbound Caleb about the construction of the Berlin Wall….and the four sectors….and the time that it was constructed… in 1961. Ahem. Good Lawd. I’m sure glad I didn’t spout off more ignorance before she rescued my dignity with the World Book.
Boy oh boy were my facts off! Even Miss Laurel said she didn’t know some of this stuff.
So, why do we homeschool mom’s feel insecure when your kid isn’t a history encyclopedia? Or flip out because he’s a little slow in figuring out the area of a trapezoid like my kids where last week. (Like THAT’S a make or break life skill?)
As we were leaving their house, (a weekly appointment that we all greatly enjoy) Mr. Jim smiled and said, “That’s one smart boy there. He showed me what he rigged up and it’s pretty amazing.” If you remember me talking about Mr. Jim before and his telephone mentorship of Daniel….this is the guy with 60+ years experience in telephones. As is SOP (standard operation procedure), Daniel had brought a box of gadgets and gizmos of his latest invention and then he and Mr. Jim embark into another world. It’s fascinating to watch them. It is not an exchange between a 14-year-old boy and a 75-year-old man but rather a two individuals sharing a fascination for phones. It is a not a gift I regard lightly.
As we were leaving, Jim told me he asked Daniel if he wrote down the schematics for his invention and Daniel merely shrugged his shoulders and said, “It’s in my head.”
Probably sitting in the spot that I was insisting should be filled with random facts of no interest to him.