TIME FLIES
It seems like just yesterday that my husband was trying to convince me to homeschool our children. I remember he was offering to change one of our rooms in our newly built house into a classroom. His enthusiasm was sweet, but definitely not reality, in my mind. Ā My idea of motherhood and family stemmed from my childhood memories and how the people around me were raising their children. I had never met anyone who homeschooled, so I had no idea what āthatā looked like.
When we moved cities, I remember meeting moms at the park and being told that I needed to get our 2-year-old daughter on the waiting list for preschool. That shocked me, because I wasnāt ready to hand her over to someone else to take care of her or teach her. I wanted to teach her the ABCās, numbers, colors, animals, etc. At the time, I was working as a nurse on weekends so that we didnāt have to put our children in daycare. I stayed home during the week with our kids, and my husband took care of them on the weekends. It worked well for us!
A NEW REALIZATION DAWNS
As time went on and I was pregnant with our third child, our daughter and son were making this preschool thing easy and fun. My husband kept talking about this homeschool idea, to which I barely listened, since there was no way I was going to do that. Slowly I started getting more āhintsā from God, as I like to call them. I would see signs at the library about homeschool groups that were meeting for activities. I would come across signs at the YMCA about homeschool groups that met there for classes. I also came across newspaper articles in the local paper about homeschooling. Was God trying to tell me something?
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