Back in the early 1990's, when I started homeschooling, it was easy to spot a homeschooling family. They had eighteen children between the ages of 2 and 10 who could all speak fluently in seven languages, plus a nursing baby. Mom, of course, was pregnant, drove a minivan or Suburban, and dressed in jean jumpers.
Nowadays, it's harder to spot a homeschooling mom. She still drives a minivan, but she dresses differently. She might have ten children or only two. So, how do you spot her?
Sneak into her house. She has bookshelves in every room jam-packed with books. There are even bookshelves lining her hallway, making it challenging to navigate your way in the dark.
If you ask her a question, she tells you to go look it up.
At holidays, while everyone else is decorating and baking, she is researching the origins of the holiday, how the holiday was celebrated in Colonial America, and turning her family celebration into a unit study.
Even though she never took Latin in school, she thinks all children should take at least one year.
At election time, she asks, "Where does the candidate stand on homeschooling?"
Sneak back into her house. There are burn marks on the kitchen ceiling (chemistry experiments!), stains on her counters (art projects!), rips in her carpeting (sewing class!), and stains on the tablecloth (biology dissections!).
Buying a pet becomes a unit study.
She doesn't have time to read a novel or magazine, but spends hours pouring over homeschooling curriculum catalogs.
When she goes on vacation, she might forget to pack her shoes or her child's clothing, but she remembers to pack an extra-large suitcase full of classic literature for the kids to read when they tire of swimming, sight-seeing, playing games, and relaxing. She also wants to visit museums on vacation. She is convinced that everyone else in the family loves museums. Or, at least they should.
Her overdue library book fine equals the National Debt.