A crazy idea born of desperation. A family willing to give up everything for something unknown. Different. Unbelievably…well, weird. To travel as nomads. Learning while driving. The driving has stopped (for now). The learning has not.
Fall 2010. First day as homeschoolers. 3 Kids, 1 Mom.
There was Calvin. The 7th grader. Still trying to figure out if he really wanted to be “stuck” with his sisters all day.
There was Gabby. The 4th grader. The social bug. The actress. The one convinced that her entire life was doomed.
There was Bella. The 3rd grader. The skeptic. My biggest champion. The one thankful because she didn’t have to change out of her pajamas. (She did)
There was me. Momma. Totally convinced that if I messed this up I would earn the “Worst Mom of the Century” award.
There was Dad. The one who started this journey. The one who wanted this, but didn’t quite trust it enough. We had no idea what we were doing.
Something strange happened. We grew. Learned. Laughed. Together.
We bounced from crazy organized homeschoolers to slightly relaxed homeschoolers to unorganized, freaking-out dad homeschoolers. We tried Charlotte Mason, Classical, Unit Study, Curriculum-in-a-Box.
I confess I’ve threatened twice to send the kids to school after an especially grueling battle with writing (my nemesis).
But as the years have gone by, as my heart grew toward my children, my husband’s fears mounted.
What if they can’t get a job when they graduate? (I don’t think a diploma is going to get them a job…just saying in a state with 9% unemployment rate, it may be an issue anyway).
What if they can’t write a complete sentence? (Believe me, I’ve prayed a TON about that already!)
What if my son doesn’t move out, get a job and become a man? (Um, that ain’t going to happen because this momma is not going to have a man child THANK YOU VERY MUCH.) (PS, I know ain’t isn’t proper grammar but it fits. So it stays.)
Slowly, as Dad saw the fruit being produced in the lives of his children, his eyes were opened.
And then today happened.
As we face yet another change in our family (Thank you to our WONDERFUL government…but that’s a WHOLE other story) wherein this momma may have to add another thing to her plate, Dad again made a statement that changes our lives.
We can lose everything, but we are not giving the system back our children.
With that, a homeschool family was born. And the choir in heaven sang “Hallelujah!”
So Momma. It may seem like labor lasts FOR-E-VER (and you have to say this the adorable way my friend says it). It requires a conviction to stay the course. To not give up when the pains overwhelm. The ending is worth every moment of your labor.