I've actually had people gasp when I tell them my son goes to public school. I say it proudly, cause I am proud of my son, and of the school we're apart of, and then their reaction makes my eyes and feet shifty.
What once was the norm, seems to swiftly be becoming not, especially among circles I run in. Circles like Jesus followers, Moms with what-people-like-to call a lot of kids, Blogging moms, and so on and so forth.
I get it. There's a huge part of me that wants to homeschool one day. Somedays I even want to homeschool during this crazy, in the thick of it, slice of motherhood where I'm navigating through diapers, potty training, and the joys of toddlerhood. I am every mom when it comes to schooling and I am taking it one day at a time. I'm never 1000% confident I made the right choice, mostly I think because I am smacked across the face with all the beautiful parts of homeschooling I see from women who I respect, in social media, and every day life. There are so many positives to it, really and truly. But, here I am to say, there are so many positives to sending my precious boy to public school.
I am a better mom with my kids in school, as opposed to me teaching them at home. Am I one hundred percent sure this is how it would go down? I can't say, since I am not living it right now, but I can say I'm 99.9% certain. There are lots of things we would have to change, not only in my own life, but in the lives of my three other children, to make homeschooling work this year. Could I sacrifice all those things? Yes, for sure. But I don't think it would be beneficial for our family right now.
I've read several articles lately about the homeschooling and I agree with lots and lots of the truth of the homeschooling journey that is shared. I hope that's me one day. But it's not me today, and that's okay. And if it's not me ever, that's okay too.
I'm proud to send my boy to public school. Here's why.
1) Teachers are awesome. They take 23 kids under their wing five days a week. They love them and direct them and encourage them. They're patient and they're proud of these kids. I choked back SO MANY TEARS at my son's kindergarten graduation last year. It's really amazing thing to see teachers pouring into our children, can I get an amen? I am so thankful my son is learning from other adults in his life, while learning to respect and obey them as well.
2) My son is not blankly starring back and forth at a chalkboard, and out the window, wishing he was frolicking in a field picking berries instead. He's painting, he's creating music, he's running around the gym 5 times and then doing a 50 jumping jacks. He's reading and he's sounding out words that I can't even believe. He's adding, he's subtracting, he's building, he's taking field trips. He's learning so much.
3) My son is exposed to different cultures. He's forming new friendships. He's learning what it means to be a friend. Public school is making my son brave.
4) "We'd grown weary of a Christian culture that kept to itself and feared the lost. We wanted the heck out. We wanted out because God had called us out, and if He called two of us, He called all five of us. There was no minimum height requirement for his purpose." - THIS. From my rockstar friend, Shannan, in one of my favorite posts of hers.
5) My son, and/or any of my children, are not mine to begin with. God's plans for them do not change whether they are in public school, private school, or homeschooled. No matter what I fear for them, I am not in control (thank goodness).
Our public school isn't upper middle class America. It's lower income, it doesn't have a 9 or 10 on greatschools, it's flawed, of course, but I am thrilled to be a part of this school. So public school mamas, homeschool mamas, and private school mamas, whatever your choice may be: say it loud and say it proud! Keep on keepin' on.