I have three very active, intelligent children.
My youngest was 2 years old when we tried a local homeschool co-op. The co-op is an ideal example of its species. Very well run. It’s been in place for many years and has many dedicated, wonderful families.
It was my second year homeschooling. The first year, I decided to homeschool on a Friday and began homeschooling the next Monday, dramatically flouncing from our local elementary school. It was homeschooling by surprise. So, the second year, I decided to join a co-op. Do the right thing. Plan things. Fit in.
I was assigned to help in the preschool room, which was great for me since I love kids so much that when I was 12 and 13 I woke up every Sunday morning at 5AM to deliver my papers early so that my dad could drive me to the early church service so I could volunteer to stay with the toddlers. It was two years of snacks, diapers, books, baby songs, and baby toys, and I loved all of it.
My 2 year old was not so enthusiastic at the prospect of being surrounded by a bunch of preschoolers. She’s not one to do the right thing, plan things, or fit in. It all came to a head one day when the play dough tools came out. My adorable 2 year old grabbed one plastic tool that looked like a screwdriver, bolted for the door, took the “screwdriver” to the hinges, fixed me with her most serious gaze, and proclaimed, “We gettin’ out of here, Mama.” We did, poor girl. I did it for you, Tiny Tornado.
I consider my two older children to be somewhat tamer than my youngest child. But they team up. The result is often creative, productive, high energy childish silliness. It’s how they learn best. My older two won’t always team up with their little sister and her fridge magnets to leave me silly messages. Or maybe I’ll get lucky and they will.