As a homeschool mom, I've learned that there are some things that my son learns as easily as breathing from me, and some things I couldn't surgically implant in his brain with a scalpel.
The trend in our house are the things I am too "close" to. I'm an artist & was a competitive swimmer & diver. Guess what? We farm out art lessons as well as swimming lessons. History I have to be really careful about because I love history. I also love science... but I'm naturally silly about science. History I get all serious about. He'll have years and years to get "serious". He's a kid. He won't need serious for years to come. And my "inflicting" serious on him takes all the joy out of learning. Ugh. Yes, lets take the joy out and make it a chore. Nope. Huh-uh. Not gonna do it.
Also... if I'm emotionally invested in something... it doesn't happen. Kids can REALLY sense when something is *important* to us. For things like not running in the street... grand. But seriously? Who needs to be emotionally invested in a timeline? ((Yep. That's me. Emotionally invested in a timeline. I solved that, btw, in making my OWN timeline that I work on while he works on his. That way I can make mine a "perfect" as I want, and he can make his how he likes and the whole thing becomes fun.))
I honestly didn't give a rip about numbers/counting, letters/reading... so those things flowed like water because they were just as easy as breathing. Counting steps as we walked up them. Skip counting by jumping off of one, etc. Singing the old commercial "20 more reasons to go to Disneyland" sung by kermit the frog amidst gales of laughter. BIG difference from "we are now going to sit down and learn to count". Things I don't particularly care about he inhales. Things I put pressure on *I* have to backup (I created a serious "balk" about shoe tying, btw, because I was all horrified that he didn't know how to tie his shoes... sigh... ONE of these days I'll learn). Because the problem is with me, and my attitude about them. If I make it a big flippin' deal, yikes! Bad news.
It's really easy as a parent to make something a big flippin' deal and not even realize it. I do it all the time. I certainly DON'T do that to other people's kids. So when I realize I have just opened mouth and inserted foot, I make fun of myself. Silly faces and tickles and moving onto "something completely different" work even at age 8 for those "whoops... need to NOT do it THAT way moments".