Deb Adamson: Time bonding with son is worth it
Zach is loquacious. In fact from the moment he lifts his fair head from the pillow his mouth is in action and doesn’t dither until lights go out and the darkness once again beckons silence.
All day long he regales me with narrations about maps, roads and routes. Sometimes it’s a soliloquy over soggy cereal ignored into mush, or leaning his small frame forward from the car’s back seat, “Hey Mom, turn the stereo down. I need to tell you something. See that bridge over there. It’s built that way because …”
Next he changes course and launches into detailed explanations about speaker sound systems and the best of the best.
And then there are the questions, one after another fired off in relative succession. What’s the definition of vista? What would happen if you jammed 10 packs of Mentos into a one liter bottle of Coke? KABOOM! That’s what.
Sometimes I feel like my head is that bottle of Coke ready for launch into the cosmos! I snicker while I write this but by the end of some days my own mouth is agape, and I’m left with a dull sense of overload. I sprawl on the couch stunned and questioning if I suffer from some undiagnosed type of attention deficit disorder. I’m nearly incapable of engaging myself or absorbing much more. Welcome to the full life of a home school mom.
Friends who send their own 7-year-olds to traditional school often ask me how I do it. “I need those hours away from my son or daughter just so I can think,” they say. “How do you spend so much time with Zach?”
As you can tell there are times it isn’t always peaceful, but honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way. Zach’s natural curiosity is allowed the freedom to flow. I’m his sounding board for making sense of the world, and most days I treasure being a part of it.
By spending so much time together I get to really know what’s on his mind, how it works and what’s brewing.
Our decision to home school has so much to do with sparking Zach’s imagination and learning zeal but moreover about making a connection with him that will last a lifetime. He knows that both my husband and I are interested in his ruminations about life.
As he audibly reflects on his days we build on his sense that we are his core. And so maybe when those predictable quieter teenage years arrive, Zach will know that we are here ready to listen, albeit a little spaced-out and worn, but present nevertheless.
Deb Adamson, who lives in Connecticut, is a home school mom who writes about the joys, trials and adventures of days teaching and learning with her 7-year-old son. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.