During the school year, homeschoolers in public stick out like a sore thumb. We’re the only ones in the warehouse club, leading small, elementary-age armies through a minefield of produce. We’re the only ones in the cookie aisle, encouraging mussy-haired moppets to determine ratios of cost to value.We’re the only ones in the library fielding questions from second graders about the breeding habits of aquatic mammals.
It’s like wearing a target on your back: “Homeschoolers, eh? And what are we learning about today, children?”
Abject fear, thank you.
What if she can’t remember the difference between meteors and comets? What if he confuses the American Revolution with the Civil War? What if they can’t tell him the answer to nine times five? And, worst of all: What if I’m failing at homeschooling?
Here’s a better question, though: what if this fear isn’t you? What if you’ve got Impostor Syndrome?Read More