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The Only Kind of School
Even before we had children, my husband and I had decided that we would home school them. Our oldest son, Isaac, is now in the second grade, and even though he has friends who are in school, his concept of school is only of a home school with Mom and Dad as teachers. This concept became very evident during a history lesson. The lesson discussed the types of communities we live in, showing pictures of various community helpers that he was to identify. I couldnt help but laugh when he correctly identified them all until he came to the picture of a teacher with a young boy, and he promptly said, A mommy teaching her son. ;
Kathy Matson, Baldwinville, MA
What a Heart!
My eight-year-old son, Isaac, and I had the opportunity along with another home schooled family to observe the dissection of a cows heart. After commenting on the size of the cows heart, which was about the size of a football, the father stated that our hearts were about the size of our fists.
After returning home from our science field trip, Isaac came in from play with an exciting thought that had occurred to him, Mom! Mom! Can you imagine the size of that cows fist! he said. The name Isaac means laughter in Hebrew, and thats what I did! I guess we need to visit a farm.
Marilyn G. Hall, Chesterfield, VA
Hooky from Home
I had just concluded a pleasant home school morning by reading a chapter of Tom Sawyer to three of my daughters. So I was surprised and a little disheartened when five-year-old Muriel announced that she would like to start attending school.
None of the girls had expressed this desire before now. Was I challenging her too much? Or not enough? Was I not cut out for home schooling after all? I tried to rein in my thoughts as I asked, nonchalantly, why? I want to go to school so I can play hooky! she replied.
Sandy Hague, Berne, IN
A Place to Chill, Maybe
I was sitting on the couch with my young daughter, Elisabeth, going over her phonics lesson. She was learning her ch sound. As we encountered such words as chin or chip, I would give her hints by making up a sentence that related to the word. For instance, for the word chip I said, This is something you love to munch on. She would then begin sounding out the word: ch-ch-i-p, chip! With the word chin I said, This is where I am going to kiss you! She said, ch-ch-i-n, chin! and then proceeded to give me a chin kiss. When we came to the word chill, I said, This is what happens to food when we put it in our refrigerator. She exclaimed, Rotten!
Jennifer Strackbein, Aransas Pass, TX
Our family had just finished enjoying dinner with a missions-minded family from our church. As our five-year-old daughter Kathryn played quietly nearby, they began speaking to us of opportunities on the mission field in Africa. After a few minutes, Kathryn wandered over to the group of adults.
So Kathryn, I queried, How would you like to move to Africa and be missionaries for Jesus?
Oh, Mommy, we couldnt move to Africa! Im home schooled!
After much laughter, we explained that our school could move with us.
Heather Henriquez, Windsor, CT
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