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Twelve years ago, when our eldest son Jake was approaching school age, I began to dream of the glamorous life quickly approaching: tennis, lunch with the girls, afternoons to prepare gourmet dinners. One down and, at the time, only two more kids to launch into the full-time system of American education. School days for our children represented my freedom. Most things in life don’t turn out exactly like we plan. About six months before Jake’s first day of school, I was hit right between the eyes with another educational choice: home schooling.
Good grief, this idea was nuts and a big clash with my plans of toddler retirement days. My first introduction to home schooling was while listening to a popular radio program in which a teenager and his parents were discussing the ridiculous topic of home schooling. My skeptical ears began to listen to their plight of educational madness that I was sure had created a socially-inept individual. As the program went on, a...
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