Traveling Hurts Homeschooling! The last two months have been some of the busiest in my life! That is not an exaggeration, it’s a fact. We’ve been on the go more than we have in a long time. We’ve traveled so much it hurts.
We loaded up our camper and pulled our “home” behind us for about 2 weeks. While on the road the kids had to watch DVDs. Some were fun like Harry Potter. Others were awful, like Disney’s American Legends that the kids tortured themselves with…repeatedly. We pulled them by their collars through the Ark Encounter, where they did not find anything fascinating. Touring Chicago was such a task for those three Bees. How dare we let them eat cheese in Wisconsin? The afternoon and night at the Mall of America was such a bore. Really? Who wants to go to an amusement park in the mall? Everyone knows you want to sweat and stink in line outside.
Eye rolls came when our waitress did her best Marge Gunderson impression, “Don’tcha know that? And here ya are, and it’s a beautiful day.” while in Fargo. Why would we make them stand by a gigantic Buffalo in Bismark? Seriously, no one cares about Roadside Americana! We hurt their ears in Sturgis, South Dakota for the 76th Annual Motorcycle Rally. Marty and I made them dirty their shoes while hiking through the Black Hills and Badlands. And why would we subject those precious bees to ride on an old yellow school bus up to Crazy Horse? They whined all through Mount Rushmore. We all know no one was fascinated by Devil’s Tower. Who knew that learning on the go was such a daunting task?
Nebraska was a joke. Who needs to tour the Golden Spike Tower and the largest railroad yard? Buffalo Bill’s ranch was a snooze fest as was Carhenge. I guess we haven’t learned our lesson yet about Roadside Americana. Me running from a snake was not entertaining apparently. And sniffing fermented whiskey at the Jack Daniel’s Distillery was excruciatingly boring. How dare we try so hard?
Traveling Hurts Homeschooling!
Obviously, I was being sarcastic and obnoxious. The last two months have been spent traveling. We did a road trip to Wyoming and back, hung out in Treasure Island, Florida. Marty and I photographed a wedding together and celebrated UnoBee’s upcoming 12th birthday at Universal Studios & Island’s of Adventure (mostly for the Wizarding World of Harry Potter). We relaxed in Costa Rica amongst the peace and tranquility of waterfalls and volcanoes. And we rounded it off with a trip to Miami, Florida to see family and friends. Don’t get me wrong – we have been homeschooling through this all. While on our road trip, the bees had to do National Park Junior Ranger Programs. We taught a mini lesson on marine biology on the Gulf Coast. The kids just flat out enjoyed the theme park. Marty and I took a much needed break together alone. Then Miami is always, Miami. Oh yeah, I also started teaching middle and high school kids at our co-op.
While I was posting photos along the way on social media (Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter), I received a lot of questions and comments. Most of the comments were about the places we were traveling to in general. However, a lot of people messaged me about learning. When did I have time to teach? Are our bees actually learning? How are we providing structure for them? Do they fight? Do we run off to the bathroom at the rv park to hide? (** yes to that one.) Or I couldn’t travel like that while trying to teach.
I posted this because my kids learn more from being hands on than me lecturing for hours. BabyBee (aka KB or TresBee) has a speech issue. Her Apraxia has delayed her from learning things like the alphabet or her numbers. She isn’t “stupid” or “lacking in the education department” as I have been told, she literally just learned how to get the sounds to come out of her mouth. So, we recently sat on the floor with an art project to keep our hands busy but our brains focused on saying the ABC’s repeatedly.
We are currently home and I am itching to go somewhere but at the same time I am loving the fact that we are home. The kids have fallen back into the habit of being at an actual school desk to do their work. YES, they do give me a hard time and try to find reasons to not do it. But I can tell you one thing, Traveling Hurts Homeschooling only when you keep them from doing it. Traveling allows my bees to see the world around them and to keep an open mind to everything. I want them to love art and science. To rock math and language. But I also want them to grow into well rounded human beings.
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – St. Augustine
“The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson
“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” – Lin Yutang
“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” – Henry Miller
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
“Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” – Miriam Beard
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” – Martin Buber
“Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.” – Pat Conroy
“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J. R. R. Tolkien
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins