Home Education and us. #100waystohomeed #100daysofhomeed #lovehomeed 

I wouldn’t like to fit a name to our style of home educating as it has changed so much over the years. We home educate our son, 13 and his 8 year old sister. Our youngest has just started home ed and is loving it. She has suddenly remembered that learning new things is really exciting and not boring. She was doing fine at school academically, but became increasingly tired and always seemed to be poorly with the latest bug. We had been home educating our eldest for five years. He had health problems and extra needs which made it impossible for him to deal with the school environment. While our daughter was happy in school we straddled both worlds but now that she is home educated too we are all together which benefits the children no end. 

A week for us involves work books on maths, English, science, French and for our eldest biology and food technology.  Our youngest goes to forest school, board games group and multi sports. Both are learning an instrument through weekly guitar and keyboard lessons . They attend a weekly workshop where they are working towards Art Award Explore run by Trinity College. Our eldest has skiing lessons and is starting an online photography diploma course. Our youngest does ballet. STEM Science course, book club and  study group just about fill us to capacity. And somehow on top of that our youngest is begging for horse riding lessons as well. 

The best thing about home education is that it can be adapted  to suit our children both educationally and socially. They have the freedom to learn and grow in a way that suits them. Their education adapts to them instead of them having to adapt to it. 

The hardest thing about home education for me is fitting everything in. There is so much available in an ever growing home ed community that there will always be classes, groups, trips social events that clash. 

It’s been a good week thanks to flexible home education. We have had family visiting us, but we didn’t want to have another week off on the back of the Easter holidays. So mornings have been workshops with the remainder of the days given over to visitors.  We were meant to do STEM Science but thanks to a messed up hip moving was agony that day and driving would have been unbearable. I was warned not to walk round Central London on it, but did I listen? The history lesson from grandad as we explored the sights did make it well worth it though. Now its just very painful. We have achieved a lot in the last seven days. Youngest finished her year 3 maths workbook, eldest has almost completed his KS3 higher level biology workbook. We have worked on French, literacy, art, maths and music. They practiced guitar, recorder  and keyboard. Well done us. 


After an impromptu week in Devon we have returned to our routine. It was our first term time holiday since becoming a fully home educating family. No fines in this house.

A school friend of my daughters came round to play today. When her mum came to pick her up she told me that she was jealous. Its just reminded me how lucky we are to be in the position to be able to do this. My youngest went to a new science group today. She hated science at school because in her words “all we did was write and write”. Today she learned that science is fun and exciting. My eldest is struggling at the moment. So he is having time away from a lot of things. He is able to do that without his attendance record suffering and his parents receiving concerned letters and visits from school attendance officers. Lucky indeed. #100daysofhomeed, #lovehomeed


I just tweeted about this and then I’ve thought about it more.  I think it deserves a post because the  similarities between school and prison are numerous. In prison you are there for a fixed amount of time against your will in an ugly big building with a bunch of similar people none of whom want to be there either. The people in charge make you all do work that you find mostly boring. Some of the other people there are horrible and pick on you. The doors are locked and you can’t get out. You are told when to eat, when you can get exercise and you have to ask to go to the toilet. You don’t get to go home until you have done your time. You can’t get out because of the locked doors and the big fence separating you from the outside world. You can’t see your family because you are not allowed out and they cannot come in except for at designated times. And when you leave you are happy to never have to set foot in there ever again.