This afternoon, I watched my teenage daughter lead an art club that she dreamed of, planned for, and pulled off. Seventeen other homeschooled students (not counting younger siblings who played nearby in the park) participated. They listened as she explained her plan and made art together, and at the end of the hour and a half club, they each shared their work with the rest of the club. (We were surprised when even our two-year-old sat and drew for most of the time, rather than playing with the other toddlers. Then he stood and showed his scribbles to the group for his very first presentation.)
She wanted to get together with friends to do art, but she didn’t want a class where everyone would end up with a cookie-cutter drawing; she envisioned learning techniques, sharing ideas, and then creating individual works of art in a nurturing environment. Since no one else was planning something of that sort, she designed it herself and ended up with a monthly club that she hopes to include in a 4-H art project she’s working on.
This is a moment that reassures me that our homeschooling program is indeed a success.