My daughter has announced, via sign language, that she will not be going back to school in April. She is going to stay home with me, she signs, and I am going to teach her English.
I am not sure how this all came about. Last we asked, she liked school, especially math and art. She really got into the story about Suho and the white horse that she covered in Japanese class. She still talks, er, signs, about wearing a Mongolian costume and playing the batokin.
Maybe she got this idea about homeschooling because she saw me for the first time as a teacher. At the end of the school year, I baked apple pie with the first and second graders and told them about Johnny Appleseed. I wrote some English words on the white board at the teachers’ request. The kids were mostly interested in the pie, but Lilia’s teachers commented on how she wasn’t clinging to me as they expected, and that she’d seen me as something other than her mom.
I had a brief fantasy about homeschooling when I was writing an article on the subject, but I know myself and my relationship with my children well enough to know that it’s not for me. But for the next week or so, I will happily teach Lilia how to write the alphabet and a few words. And maybe we’ll write another picture book together like we did yesterday.