Plug the leaks by reminding yourself why you are here.

Sometimes brave looks like plugging the leaks. It doesn’t matter if you are stepping out into a new career field, moving across the country or simply making a brave phone call, when the results of your brave bring resistance, doubt will pour through the cracks in the wall. Is this really the best decision for my family? Really the best curriculum? The best co-op? Am I really equipped or even qualified to pull this off? What was I thinking?Ĭan you see how this isn’t really about homeschooling? Often times, brave decisions aren’t one and done.

Garbed in hope and possibility originally, now they come robed in doubt.

And they reappear as a mutated version of their original selves. Sure, they disappeared momentarily, but they come back at times. I did not know that choosing that brave yes would not completely send the butterflies, or hawks, away. Aren’t we all?īut here is what I did not know. Sometimes my brave is the messy, clenched fist, fingernails digging in, kind of brave. I read every book I could get my hands on, grilled any mom I considered a pro, worried and prayed and then prayed and worried a little more. You know that feeling right? Every mother knows that feeling at some point. It felt more like a huge hawk, a giant eagle maybe, flapping his powerful wings around and brining on sweeping waves of nauseas doubt and then courageous excitement. To say the thought of it all gave me butterflies would be a gross understatement.

So what gives? And ultimately, could we really pull it off? What if we did something different? What if we took a different road? We had seen it done poorly and we had seen it done very well. Nothing cataclysmic, just a few lingering questions… what ifs. A private Christian school, our alma mater even.īut then something changed. We were following the educational route we always assumed we would lead our children down. My son was five and all registered for kindergarten in the fall.

The brave and beautiful homeschool