and so it begins. year 1.
More than anything I hope to succeed at, my first year homeschooling, I hope to be successful in this:
I want to approach schooling my child, as a child would.
In many areas, but especially in my approach to others and their choices.
Sadly, I have already noticed what a lightning rod the choice to homeschool can be. People won't ask about it, will roll their eyes or be passive aggressive about how it's a great choice, but certainly not one for them. It's clear they are already on the defensive. And perhaps it's because people have made them feel they had to be. I have felt that way, in the past. Unless you did ___________ someone would give you the smile that clearly meant, "That's nice for you, but definitely not for us, so let's just not address it". I'm sure there have been times that I have made someone feel that way, much to my chagrin. It makes people feel horrible. Small. Marginalized.
My daughter has many friends that are homeschooled and many that aren't. We know people who send their children to private school and public. Charter, Montessori and unschooling. She knows all of these kids and approaches each interaction the exact same.
Someone: "I bet you are starting school soon!"
Kensington: "Yes, I go to school in my house, downstairs. My mom is teaching me. What do you do?"
Someone: "I go ___________".
Kensington: "Cool. Want to play?"
Each time I see Kensington embrace someone else, no matter what, it reminds me that I too, need to embrace. Just like I yearn for the embrace of others, in what we have chosen to do. This could be a lesson in so many areas of our lives, but I'm finding that I need to focus on the oppurtunity to exercise a childlike spirit of acceptance, kindness and selflessness, in regards to schooling. I have a choice to recognize that if God leads someone to do something, even if it isn't what our family chooses, I need to shut up and mind my own darn business. Put it out of my mind. Pray for their lives like I hope they pray for ours....because the Lord directs us all differently.
I have found that schooling is rarely polarizing amongst children-my daughter will play with anyone at anytime, regardless of what they look like, are wearing or where they learn.
The choice to school is polarizing amongst adults and it makes me sad, has often hurt my feelings and causes me to wish we had the simple and pure love, of a child.
My sincere hope is that Kensington learns this year. Sure, I want her to gain a passion to learn about letters, numbers and different people, all around the world.
But mostly, I want her to continue to learn the love of the Father.
The love of the Father that would not be unkind or condescending to anyone, no matter where they sent their child to learn.
I hope I am a prepared enough teacher and example, but I fear I fall short.
So, here begins our first school year together.
Send up a prayer for us.