An overheard comment I heard recently: “I could never homeschool my children because they have too many drastically different interests and are completely different people. They’d never manage to get through a day without beating each other up. Only parents with similar children are able to homeschool and live consensually.”
This statement is sad, yet the tenet is completely believed by most people.
Of the Unschooling families that I personally know, not a single one would even consider that statement to ring true. While my two daughters, who *look* very similar and dress nearly identical, are very different than each other in almost all other ways, I think to myself all the time: How wonderful that they complement each other so well. I even have a story to back me up.
Their biggest interests are so different, yet they love seeing the other so happy. In some ways, I think having different interests is better (my daughters have never competed with each other).
The story:
Three or so years ago (my kids are currently 7.5 and 11.5), my youngest daughter, Teagan, declared that she was going to “Make a Book”. How cool we all thought. Zoë, my older daughter, had said similar statements previously and had written many stories of her own by that point, so we all just assumed this is what Teagan wanted to do also.
Since she wasn’t writing many real words at the time, I sat down with her and asked what she wanted to write about. She said she wanted to do it on her own and seemed confused by my questions, so I stepped back. A short while later, she presented us with a fantastic BOOK. She had MADE a book. She hadn’t written a story for a book, but she had taken paper, tape, scissors, and string, and she had PHYSICALLY made a book. It was beautifully constructed.
By that point in the day, Zoë had come up with a story to tell and, with Teagan’s happiness, Zoë wrote that story into the beautiful book Teagan had made. They perfectly complemented each other.
That moment made me realize that different interests really are good! I love it when someone else in my family enjoys doing the things I don’t care to do, and vice versa.