Today has been one of those days. You know the kind… when you just want to throw your hands up in surrender and give up.
You know the kind… when you find a pile of pulled apart post it notes and a puddle of germ- x on your table.
… when your son informs you that he won’t complain on the weekends… because we don’t do school on the weekends.
…when your four year old sits at the table for two hours and still has only eaten two bites of her lunch
…when your pregnancy is exhausting and you are tempted to believe all those people who say you have your hands full.. too full.. you’re not really cut out for this.
… when your thyroid disease is too much to handle and you just want to lay down, close the curtains and hide away.
… when you want to put your children in school because they clearly are not appreciating, noticing or caring about the work that you put in to homeschooling them
… when your two year old comes out of the room wearing dress up shoes and shirt and nothing else.
… when the house was clean last night and not so much today… and the dishes are overflowing out of the sink… and the bathroom needs to be cleaned.
You know… that kind of day.
It is in these moments of defeat that I have to remember that this is the point where I need to live my life… with hands up in surrender… at the end of myself… because it is at the end of myself that the Lord can be most glorified in my life. It is in the moment when I can take no more, but somehow go on that I realize it is by his strength alone. It is in the moment when my last nerve is being jumped all over, but I don’t break that I know He is holding me together. It is when I reach the end of myself and realize I am still alive and here that I realize my time is not done… my mission is not complete… I still have a purpose here.
I was talking to a friend the other day about homeschooling. I said that you really have to have a vision for it or you’ll throw in the towel the first chance you get. If I simply homeschooled because “I think it’s right” or “I think it’s best for my child” or “I think I’m a great teacher”… my school will fall apart. I need to examine why I think it’s right, why I think it’s best for my child. If I don’t, I will cave when my four year old tells me she needs to go to regular school or my six year old snorts in disgust at the lesson for the day.
A Biblical reason for homeschooling:
– God put these children into mine and my husband’s keeping- Psalm 127:3-5
– The Bible commands that we teach truth to our children- and teach them diligently- Deuteronomy 6:6-9
– What worldview to I want my children to have- Biblical or Secular? Romans 12:2
My personal reasons for homeschooling:
– My husband and I spend time with our children- we know their learning styles
– I have taught in the public school system. I worked with so many at risk children- they were to focus of all the programs… great… good for them. Kids like mine… who aren’t “at risk” got lost and just shuffled through the system
– My son is a very smart, very wiggly boy. He would spend a lot of time in time out. He would answer every question and not give others a chance… not because he’s mean… just because he knows the answer.
– It is only for a time that I have these children. Before long, they will be gone.
– Homeschooled children are generally highly successful academically, socially and emotionally
– We move a lot. I would prefer to not go through having to pull my children out of one school only to be put in another one every couple of years.
There are more. I had to write some of these out today just so I don’t jump in the car with kids in tow and enroll them in the nearest school.
Please understand that I know homeschooling is not for everyone. I understand that God has different plans for different families. I do think it is important to seek Him in this matter. I do think it is important to find out His will for how your children are schooled. If you do choose to put your children in school, don’t check out. Don’t assume that the teachers will get the job done fully… even in a Christian school.
Today is also one of those days when in the midst of chaos the two year old runs over and gives me a hug, the older kids stop what they are doing to sweetly sing “Silent Night” along with the music playing from Pandora, the Thanksgiving leftovers are still yummy and the sewing machine awaits me for use during rest time… which will happen in T-Minus 5… 4… 3… 2…1