I wish I knew then that I need not send my distraught child away from me for school- that there is no better place for him than with me. I wish I knew then that I am capable, that it is possible, and that it is wonderful.
I wish I knew then that the joy, connection, freedom, self confidence, and self-worth, that come from homeschooling is beyond measure- for my children and for me.
I wish I knew that day when I left my baby crying, with strangers, that there was a better way…that as I sat in my blue minivan crying, I had forever altered our trust and connection for the worse.
I wish I knew then that my imperfections are okay and that the more I got to know my children, the better person I would become, for them.
I wish I trusted myself then; that the foolish voices who told me he would be fine were wrong. I wish I knew as I let go of his little hand how quickly it would grow.
I wish I knew then that I would find the patience I never had and that the vulnerability I would have to choose is a gift.
I didn’t know then, but I know now. So today, instead of sending him away, he sits with me at the playground. He tells me his thoughts and is surrounded by love. He is taught, not punished, and has the freedom to explore his interests. Today, instead of bidding him farewell at the bus stop, I sit and hold my son’s hand knowing that all is right in our world.
Read about my husband’s and my decision to homeschool by clicking here.