"But, I homeschool."
Then I would clarify that I used to be the one in high school who thought homeschooling was weird.
I regret that now.
Yet, it just seemed natural to "clarify" as if I knew they already thought this rural-living-family-of-eight-with-a-big-van would, of course, homeschool because it came with the already weird territory.
But then, it became me. It was one of the cornerstones on which I built the foundation of who I wanted my family to be. I was the mom, and it was my duty to educate my children. What better thing did I have to do with my time? I only had one chance to raise them, and I wanted to do it "right." I wanted them to play as long as they could and learn through that. I wanted to provide them a classical education. I wanted them home, together, and with us. I wanted a simpler life. I wanted them to see our faith as the most important part of their lives. I wanted to protect their innocence as long as possible. And then, I wanted them to be a light for others.
What I once thought was so weird soon became my "right" way.
Then last year hit, and homeschooling became something different. It became the bare minimum in terms of curriculum coupled with a heavy dose of life lessons. Together we learned how to grieve, how to hope and how to trust. We learned what it means to have courage, and we are stronger than we once thought. We learned challenges are lightened with prayer and community, and it is okay to be sad and ache for something more. The year has taught us all so much, but maybe the most important lesson has been one in letting go.