*i didn’t have one particular person in mind in writing this post…more of a particular mindset. hear me out.*
I don’t know why I let people bother me. I shouldn’t. I should just be able to let their words/actions/looks roll of my back and I should continue on with my day. But the majority of the time I don’t. I let them stick to me like big Velcro balls, making it hard to maneuver and awkward to carry-on. I don’t usually go on irritated rants on my blog, but I’ve decided to do one today. Don’t worry I’ll keep it short and sweet.
I can’t stand home-schoolers. There I said it and I’ve caught your attention. Now, before you go clicking away from my blog, let me explain. What I can’t stand is a certain mindset that seems to accompany some of home-schooling parents that I’ve come across. I’m not sayin’ they’re all like this and if you home-school your kids and aren’t of this mindset then I applaud you, but this has been my experience. Since I am registering Rhys for Kindergarten next week I’ve had education on my mind, and when you have something on your mind you seem to find it everywhere you look. It was like that when I was pregnant. The day I found out I had Rhys swimming around inside of me it was like all of the pregnant women came out of the woodwork. I saw them ALL. They were everywhere. Anyways, James and I have decided to send Rhys to the local public elementary school for Kindergarten. We talked about home-schooling, we talked about private schooling, we talked about public schooling. We decided, together, that this would be the best option for this next year of education. Now, I get bothered when I say this to someone and all-of-a-sudden the colour in their faces drain, turning them into a sickly white. Their eyes go as wide as saucers and their jaws tickle their toes. “Pu-pu-public..s-school?” They stutter. “You mean you’re not home-schooling your children? You mean you don’t want to offer them the best education they can get and keep them all nestled-up to your bosom all day long? You mean you’re going to wean them…already!?” They look at me as though I’m the worst mother known to mankind. “NO! It has nothing to do with any of that!” I proudly proclaim, “James and I are looking for a consistent dealer and we think this is the best way to go about doing it.” So there.
Obviously it’s not this extreme. Obviously I’m exaggerating (a bit). But more-often-than-not I feel the need to give a list of reasons why we’ve decided that this route is the best for this next year. Why? Why should I feel the need to explain myself? Because some of them have got that look. They do. It’s a look that goes all the way down to the end of their nose and then shoots full speed ahead right at me. What bothers me is when (and this applies to most everything about life) someone thinks that their convictions should be everyone’s convictions. That their way should be everyone’s way. That their views should be everyone’s views. That their parenting should be everyone’s parenting. That their model of family should be packaged, marketed with a furry woodland creature as the mascot and distributed to every God-lovin’ mom in North America. I can’t stand it.*In essentials unity, In non-essentials liberty, In ALL THINGS LOVE!*
I’m not against home-schooling. Really. I’m not. I think that for some families homeschooling is really the best option. I’m not even saying that I’ll never home-school. I don’t think that I’d be a great teacher, but the option is definitely there. All I’m saying is that just because someone home-schools their kids it doesn’t mean that God came down from the heavens and hand-delivered the Coles Notes on Life to your front door. That’s all I’m sayin’.
EDIT: I suppose I should have mentioned (it didn’t even occur to me until James read my post and then reminded me) that both James and I have experienced all three sectors of schooling. We both see up-sides and down-sides to all of them, because nothing is perfect. I should also reiterate that my irritations with home-schooling start and stop with the mindset I’ve just talked about.