My family

Our decision to homeschool evolved over time.  There wasn’t really a moment when we said, okay we will do this till the cows come home.  It was more like an uncomfortable, almost itchy feeling while in the kindergarten classroom for kinderstart with my oldest.  Something wasn’t right.  So we didn’t send him to school that first day.  I had forgotten how much that hurt.  That first day, knowing all those other kids were walking off to school with their backpacks and new shoes, or climbing that big yellow bus.  I had a very nostalgic view on what school should be and the fact that I was denying my child this opportunity ripped at my heart, but yet, I knew, knew, knew I was doing the right thing.  Doing right is not always easy and does not always feel good… until the moment that it does.  And you know.  The night before the first day of school, I cried myself to sleep.  The morning came and my children were exactly where God had fully intended them to be, at home, with me.  I haven’t looked back since.