As a homeschool parent I get asked a lot – why do you homeschool? People are looking for the simple answers. Things like religious reasons, a special needs child… the simple, easy to put into words, answers.
My go to answer has always been, “because it works for my family.” When I get a little more in depth I talk about how Nathan sometimes struggles with paying attention, and how Daniel needs to be challenged to keep his interest. My answer usually revolves around aspects of education, and it’s easy for most people to understand.
But when I really think about it. When I really look at the bare bones, heart of the matter, reason that I homeschool, it isn’t any of the usual answers. It goes deeper, it’s more meaningful, it’s something I know so many parents can relate to.
I don’t want to miss this.
I don’t want to miss seeing my kids grow and develop. I don’t want to miss watching them read their favorite book for the first time, seeing their delight in making a volcano overflow it’s top.
I don’t want to start every day in a rush, pushing them out the door so that they can spend their day with someone else. I want them here.
I don’t want my snuggles with my sweet seven year old to be confined to after dinner and homework, and maybe on a rare free Saturday morning. I want to hold him on my lap while I teach him his math lesson.
I want my 13 year old to know,more than anything ,that his mom is here for him, no matter what, no matter how long it takes, we’re in this together. I want to see him grow and flourish with that security around him.
These days pass so quickly, and the years while my babies are still little, still at home, are flying by so fast some times it makes my head spin. Some mornings I look at my little one, laying in my bed, where he ended up sometime during the night, snuggling with the dog, as peaceful as can be, and the realization that these days are passing by hits in a way that only moms can understand.
It hits me in the way that makes the tears leap into your eyes and as much as you try to control them they still come. That way that makes you want to pause the moment, for just awhile, so you can enjoy it for longer then time allows.
But I can’t pause it. Can’t slow it down.
But I can grab a hold of it. I can choose what to do with it and how to make the best of these years that I am given to be mommy to these amazing little people.
And so they’re here, at home, learning, laughing. fighting, whining, all the things, good and bad, everyday. And I get to experience it with them. I get to see their joy, their frustration, their excitement and all that falls in between.
I get to savor this time as my kids grow. I know the time will come, like it already has for my oldest, where they will be ready for more. Where they will learn to fly on their own. They will be off on big adventures and an amazing life. That day is inevitable.
But until it gets here, I’m glad to have them at home, amazed everyday at this opportunity I get to be their mom, teach them, and watch them grow. Even on the tough days, the frustrating days, the days when I’m pretty sure I’m screwing everything up, the heart of it remains the same.
That is why I homeschool. I guess the answer is more simple than I thought.
Because these moments, these days and hours are the most precious of my life.
I’d love to know if this rings true for you. Why do you homeschool?