Dear Sweet Mom who quit homeschooling your child,
I want you to know that this letter is for you. Your words, and your tears have reached into my heart and really given me a chance to re-group and consider where I am in life and how easy it is to misunderstand someone.
You see, when I began homeschooling, a dear friend’s family began private school. Both of us had spent hours discussing both options. Her family went one direction and ours went another. For a year, we were strangers in the night. The new lives we were living didn’t seem to intersect and the whispers throughout society seemed to place obstacles in our way.
We finally had a chance to sit down and talk one day. It was a good day. A day with sun shine and two hearts opening and moving past fear of judgement.
You see, we had both wondered if the other was upset or mad over the path we had taken. We were almost afraid to talk about it because of the volatility of the ‘to homeschool/not to homeschool’ thought process so many seem to be stuck in.
We laughed over the fact that my friend thought I must have more patience and she has (ha! – we both know that isn’t true). And me, well, I said there was no way I could be in a car for the amount of time she was and I just knew her carpool would send me to the loony bin.
Then, I noticed – you were no longer homeschooling one of your sweet little ones. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t write.
I was afraid.
The days of homeschooling are a blessing, but they are hard. It takes a life of a Mom and Dad – being given the direction of God to truly homeschool.
And it takes the life of a Mom and Dad (under the direction of God) to send their child to Public school or Private School.
We all have a path created by the Father.
So, why do we compare? Why was I afraid to email or call you? I was afraid that it would be a bad day here and I would send my children back. I was afraid that somehow your decision would reflect upon some way I may have failed you in our friendship – by not encouraging you enough.
But, how self-centered is that? How awful for me to place ‘me’ there? Your choice had nothing to do with ‘me’.
Then, one day, I opened my computer and saw a message from you. A book you had read – it was a hard read. It was about the IndoctriNation of our children in the United States and across the world. It spoke again to your heart, but you – you did what we should all do. And so, you sent me a message, you shared your heart and you opened a door I was not prepared for.
In your message you shared how you prayed. You asked God to tell you the path to take.
And that is the path you are on. THAT is the path God chose for you and for your child.
Sweet friend, you told me at one point you felt you were a failure – I see you as a warrior.
- You told me you feared for your child – I want to remind you that God is in control.
- You told me that you are tired of feeling judged – I want you to know, I too am tired of feeling judged.
- You called me friend – and I am blessed by that.
- You, sweet friend are on the path God created for you.
You and I – – we are the same. We LOVE our children and desire nothing more than to do what is best for them based on God’s design for their lives! Deep down, we are little girls, begging for the mercy of God to overwhelm our families and show us the path HE has for us.
Let’s break down these walls, these barriers – these ideals that one family is better or less than another. In the end, we are all the same. Not one of us is perfect!
We, the ones who look to Christ, are sinners, saved by Grace seeking to glorify Him.
Let’s join hands and rally together, sisters in love with Christ and loving one another as He loved the church.
In truth-not judgement
In love – not comparison.
I love you sweet friend. Don’t let the world tear you down for the decision God placed on your heart. Let’s start this together, this new bond of motherhood – in true fellowship!