I was reading the other day. I don’t get the chance to read as much as I would like but recently I picked up a book was recommended to me by a friend and I determined that I would read it right away.
You see my family has been in a bit of a rough patch when it comes to learning. Instead of being excited about opportunities and really loving the learning we are grumbling and complaining. We are fighting and not really learning anything at all.
We have never really doubted the choice we made to keep our children home. Sure there have been days when I might have been tempted to send them off to someone else for a day or two but by the grace of God I always remember why.
On some days when we are struggling to get through a program or worksheet I forget. I forget that these books and worksheets aren’t really that important. I forget that children need to be children and they need to have some freedom to learn. To explore and to play. I have to remind myself that the best learning is done because there is desire.
I would be lying if I didn’t admit that it’s kind of scary when you pack up all those books and curriculums and put the programs aside for a while. Day after day of just letting kids be kids. You see the life in them and you see that lights within but it’s still a bit scary.
I remember going to school myself. I remember how much I hated it. I felt like every day was such a waste. When I would rather be home making music for writing a story. When I wanted to explore and go on a bike ride or a walk and just see what I could find in the local park but I couldn’t because I had to go to school. It seems like such a waste!
Depending on who you talk to they will only confirm adamantly that kids need to know this or that by a certain age. Some folks even say that we have to send our kids to school because it really is what’s best for them. These people make me so sad.
I took a step of faith when all of our curriculum was put into boxes. Out of sight and out of mind. I walk by faith every morning but I strategically-placed Legos and sketch books and crayons about the house. I make sure better keyboard is plugged in and that the shed out back is warmed up so my oldest son can drum.
I’m not gone but they are forgotten. Even if it’s only for a little while. But about our house are so many opportunities to learn and explore. Seeds to plant so we can watch things grow. Books that bring things to life. Airplane models to build and robots to build and control.
I read and it reminds me of the value of going off the path and of reconnecting with the world around us. I reminded of how important it is to learn to let go because we can’t control what they will become. It isn’t our right to choose their path. I am simply here to guide them and encourage them. I am not here to control them.
Some people say that it just isn’t possible for everyone to homeschool. I beg to differ. If we are truly willing and if we truly see the value of setting our children free to choose their path we will make a way.
It is a beautiful thing to be able to stand back and see our children as they grow and learn. It is good to be there when they make mistakes. It is good to be able to inspire them and encouraged them to follow whatever their passion may be.
I do not know what my children will become. I cannot determine who they will be when they are old. But when they are home with me and we walk together and we talk together and we learn as a family I hope and I pray that they are learning that loves matters most of all!