All those years of homeschooling. Were they worth it? I ask myself that question occasionally. I still don't really know the answer, but I tell myself that yes, yes it was. And on nights like tonight I'm more prone to believe it.
I'm lounging downstairs (because I'm not fond of going up and down the stairs), catching up on y'all's blogs, and I hear the TV. We turned off the cable last summer, about a month before the kids started school, to make their first real homework experience a little easier. To their credit, they didn't complain a bit. Who needs TV when you have an XBox and a computer?
Earlier this evening I heard the nightly news, the national version, coming from upstairs, and I thought it very cool that my kids were interested in what's going on in the world. But just now I heard (for the last 20 minutes or so) what sounds like a documentary on the nation of Israel. Right now it's discussing the Holocaust. What the heck? That certainly wouldn't have been me at 13 and 10.
And now they make me look like a fool ... they're flipping through the channels and I hear Little Guy say, "Go back to that! (one of those E! news programs) I need to know more about Michael Jackson!" Oh, the shame. My boys have a thing for making Michael Jackson jokes. Very sad.
Nine years of homeschooling can be boiled down to this: The Holocaust and Michael Jackson, side by side. Y'all cry for me, will ya? I'm going to go find some chocolate.
Until I write again ...