My thoughts on home education have evolved greatly over the past years, particularly this year as it marked our first anniversary. Homeschooling wasn't a term or an idea that I understood because I attended only the public schools as a child. Not until I met a homeschooling mother at the park five years ago, was the seed planted in my thoughts and eventually in my heart. I remember my initial reaction was, "I don't have the patience for that! I have no skill set for teaching! No, I could never homeschool my children."
Then, my oldest daughter began first grade at the public elementary school. Nothing felt right. I attributed my anxiousness to parent jitters. I dismissed the lump in my stomach. By second grade, the lump transformed into a boulder; yet I did not heed God's call. By third grade, the noise ringing in my ears had grown deafening, the pull on my heart and spirit weighed heavily upon my shoulders, and I resolutely withdrew all of my children during the Christmas break. Praise God for His patience! While our first year of homeschooling has been difficult, challenging and exhausting, my heart is light. My conscience is clear. God has rewarded me with His presence and strength as I find my way. I know I made the right decision for my children and our family.
