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Why we homeschool, and other insane questions

Why we homeschool, and other insane questions

When the subject of children comes up, and the inevitable question arrives, “how many kids do you guys have?”, the reaction to the answer is usually somewhere between mild shock and OMG!!!! “What!! 6 kids!!!” Lorrie and I jokingly call ourselves “breeders.”  We actually got that from another couple who also have 6 kids.   And what would an insane breeder couple want to do to punish themselves any more than having 6 kids, well…..how about homeschooling 6 kids!  “Waaaaaaaaat?, they scream!!

And Why do you guys homeschool, you ask?  It really boils down to a few issues.  One.  I will not allow my kids to ride the school bus.  Sorry.  I hated it growing up, and I won’t put my kids through it.  Last year there was a reported rape on one of the Cheatham County school buses, involving a 6th grader!  No thanks.  So the other option is, get up at 6 and load the kids in our 12 passenger van (we call it the Harden family Church of Christ van) at the crack of dawn; uh, uh.  We tried it, Anya spent 8th grade going to public school.  She got very depressed that year, so we yanked her out.  She’s a different person now and is very happy where she is.

Which leads me to my second point.  We have control over what our children are being taught.  I for one will not tolerate indoctrination of sexual lifestyles, or political viewpoints in grammar school. Without jumping on any political soapboxes, folks, it’s grammar school.   If many of these public schools would stop focusing on political indoctrination and start focusing on, let’s say, hmmm.., reading, writing, and arithmetic, (wow, what a concept) maybe our public school system would churn out people that could, let’s say, hmmm., read, write, and add!! Instead they are focusing on social issues, sexual indoctrination issues, and feel good, self esteem programs that help them to feel better about themselves, no matter how little they learn.  Then they send their socially correct, sexually oriented, high self esteemed graduates into the competitive world, where other graduates can read, write, and add.  You know, the real world. This real world is competitive.  Plain and simple.  If you can’t do the basics, how are you going to move beyond the basics.  School is the foundation, the footer if you will. And you can’t build a building without the foundation.

Another reason for our decision is faith based.  We are Christians, and I want my kids to grow up reading and studying the Bible as part of their schooling.  We memorize Bible verses and do Bible studies.  Thanks to the ACLU, you can’t do anything like that in public school without being slapped with a lawsuit. We did try private school.  At the time it was 4200.00 dollars per year, per child.  Now the same school is almost 10k per child and we would have 5 in school at once.  Now for those of you who did go through the high self esteem, no adding required programs, that adds up to 50k bucks!!!  Ouch.

Homeschooling also allows us to set family goals.  For instance, one of our 2011 goals is to spend a month studying the founding fathers and Washington, D.C.  We then plan to take a 2 week trip to our capitol to see firsthand what we read about.

I don’t blame anyone for thinking we’re nuts.  They way we are raising our kids definitely isn’t normal.  But it is the way we have chosen.  It’s not without it’s pitfalls.  Let’s just say that some of our kids are easier to home school than others.  And there is the 2 year old running around.  He is a handful without adding 5 other kids to the mix.  But it’s gonna work.  And so far it’s going well.  Anya has consistently tested 3 grades ahead of where she is supposed to be.

I’m not sure whether my kids will follow in our footsteps.  I want them to be happy and follow their passions.  Even if it is “breeding” and driving a very sexy 12 passenger, extended “Harden Family Church of Christ” van!  Now if I can just keep the youth group from church from borrowing it!

Ok, onto other insane questions, why did we breed? Why did I go into the music business?  How can I get my 13 year old to take the dogs out without being told.  How do I get my 13 year old to stop playing the drums?

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What happened to fast cars and Boston?

What happened to fast cars and Boston?

Anya and me

An interesting thing occurred to me the other day. My wife and I were having our date night, dinner and a movie, and my teenage daughter Anya asked us “which movie?” We were going to see Young Victoria. It was stunning. I mean, STUNNING! I tweeted and facebooked and talked about it. Absolutely loved it. The interesting thing however, was my daughter’s reaction. She was mad that she couldn’t see it with us! So she had to settle for going downstairs and seeing “Pride and Prejudice” for the nineteenthhundredandsevntyfourth time.

Now first of all, when I was in high school, I would never imagine my folks saying, “see you later guys, we’re off to see a Brit flick.” That’s totally ok, they just weren’t into that. I remember in growing up in Guilford County, N.C.  hanging out with my  friends (we were all in the drum line at school), one had a ‘69 “Cuda“, one had a ‘70 Nova, and my personal favorite was Brian Kellam’s ‘68 Chevelle, SS 396, metallic blue with a black vinyl top, black runners at the bottom, Cragar super sports, and a Hurst shifter. Barely remember it!  I still have dreams about that car!  One of my fondest memories from high school was cruisin’ with the guys with Boston blaring on the 8 track (God! am I dating myself!!)

Now I didn’t set out to be “cultural,” I just knew going off to college, that I like medieval stuff. I like anything that has to do with Britain, castles, big manor houses, etc. So naturally I fell in love with the “Brit Flick.” I loved the BBC, Merchant Ivory, Lovejoy, Sherlock Holmes, yadayada….  Little did I know however, that my teenage daughter would also fall in love with this.  When I got Lorrie the BBC box set of Romantic movies for Christmas (ie. Emma, Jane Austen, Ivanhoe, etc.) my daughter was more excited than she was!  I’m not even sure if Lor has seen any of those movies, the set is still up in Anya’s room!

But I say all this to finally get to an interesting point.  Teenagers nowadays are so much more sophisticated than when I was growing up.  They get together, quote and talk about song lyrics, they rate movies, they blog, they comment on each other’s social networking sites.  And yes, my daughter loves classical music and British films.  She reads like there is no tomorrow.  Now mind you, she will listen to music that sounds like a guy screaming into a helpless mike, with the preamp set at “11″ and the needle hopelessly buried in the red, so she does come down to earth every now and then.  And then there’s the interesting fact that teenagers now are scared to drive.  This I don’t get.  When I was 16, it was just common knowledge that you would skip school to get your driver’s license.  Nowadays, I know kids who are seventeen and don’t even have a permit.  Whats’ up with that?

I guess no matter how crazy this world gets, teenagers will find a way to confound their parents, whether it is flying down Wall road at 80 mph, listening to “Don’t Look Back” or stealing their box set of Romantic Brit flicks.  I know one thing for sure, she sure ain’t getting a ’68 chevelle for her 16 birthday!

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Lily learns to cut her own pancakes

Lily learns to cut her own pancakes

Lily and Rowan

It’s hard to believe I’ve been changing diapers now nonstop for 15 years!! Pretty much everyday that I’ve been at home since 1994, I’ve changed a poopy diaper. Did it today. Didn’t want to, didn’t enjoy it, and honestly, would have rather had someone else in the house volunteer to do it, but alas, they did not. So I made a game out of it, and plopped my wild 2 year old, curly blonde haired Rowan on the couch, and attempted to change his diaper, me being haggard and stressed, much like now, as I write this blog, while he’s putting God knows what in the dog’s food dish.

This morning, with about 6 beautiful inches of snow on the ground, we woke up, and as usual on “lazy” mornings when I’m home, I love to cook breakfast. In our house, breakfast for 8 usually consists of an entire pack of bacon, either 20 waffles or 20 pancakes, an entire gallon of milk or an entire can of frozen orange juice. And yes, on mornings like this, we have chocolate chip pancakes, with real whip cream.  Yum.

Another part of parentdom is having to cut the small kids pancakes. It’s just routine that before I can even think about sitting down and eating, as a parent I’ve got to take care of the little kids. About two weeks ago I handed Lily, who just turned 7, a butter knife and said “Lil, here’s how you cut pancakes, it’s high time you learned.” Now of course, since then, when she cuts her pancakes, she really doesn’t know yet how to do it well. I have to bite my lip, and watch her and let learn from doing it. After a few hundred times, she’ll of course be a pro, and I’ll be onto teaching the younger kids how to do the same, and onto teaching her other things, like how not to smart off at her dad!!

This is part of the growing up kids process, we teach, we allow them to learn, we allow them to make mistakes and grow, and we move on.  One day, I’ll actually be able to sit down at the table, pick up a fork and knife, and use it to eat with!!!   It’ll be a great day, probably won’t happen for a while, I still have a 2 year old and a 5 year old that can’t cut their own waffles.  But it’ll be great!  Will I miss that part of the parenting process?  Knowing me, I’ll be too hungry to think about it.

I’ve told Lor that we’re having a party when Rowan is potty trained. It’ll close a long chapter in my life that I’ll certainly be ready to close. And when I get “Ro” to one day cut his own pancakes, I’m sure that will be one of the many chapters in life that I’ll look back at and say, “remember when we used to have to do this for them?” I’ll of course save the changing diapers spiel for when they smart off at me, “hey dude, don’t you forget, I used to change your diapers!!”

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