Since I was a little girl I always wanted to be a teacher. I would get my barbies and “teach them”. I thought it would be the best job in the world. Right out of high school I began to go to a community college to become an elementary teacher. My husband, boyfriend at that time, proposed while I was in my second semester. I obviously said yes and dropped out. Not for the reason some people might think.

I had a higher calling and I knew it from a very young age. I was not going to get my degree, become an awesome teacher, and leave my kids with a babysitter or at a daycare. I knew once I got married, no not that life was over, but that it was a new chapter in my life for growth, a bit painful at times. Especially spiritually. I knew I was there to be a help to my husband and to raise my children in the way they should go. To show them that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Regardless of the circumstances.That He died for them so they could be like Him. Christians. Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it Proverbs 22:6. My son, and firstborn, was quiet, shy, and very reserved. I put him in preschool with a friends’ daughter to see if that could help him come out of his shell. It did, a bit. First and second grade I volunteered in the classroom to make the teacher’s job a little lighter . I think I really wanted to be in there because it was the “best job in the world”, seeing what I could do to help a student or pick at the teachers brain for information. Well, I didn’t like what I saw. Keep in mind that this was a bilingual class and some of them didn’t know any English whatsoever. She had a stack of papers that needed to be “graded”. I don’t know if you are like me, but when I see that my child doesn’t understand a concept, I don’t say or write on their paper “Nice Work!” or “Excellent!”. I go over it and try to teach from a different point and wait for it to click. And believe me, you can see it click in their eyes. Then it goes down to their mouth and they smile and realize where the confusion was. Back to the story. The stack of papers that needed to be “graded” was Math. She told me to stamp them and put them in their box. Naturally I looked for my son’s paper but the in betweens were not good. I would look thru them and clearly see that some students just didn’t get it. Most of the answers were wrong and nobody bothered to take a step further to help him/her. I thought about all the other stuff that my son was doing that he wasn’t actually comprehending. Did she say he was doing good in other subjects to avoid more teaching time? Don’t know.

Meanwhile in my daughter class I saw a teacher that seemed like she lost the joy of teaching. Every morning she handed out a worksheet with a sentence that they had to read back perfectly with no hiccup. If a child had a hard time they would make a single file line in front of her desk. And, one by one ask what this word was only to be told to go and ask a friend for help. They had about 15 min to do so. I couldn’t help it. I would go around and ask them if they needed help. Some were just too embarrassed to ask or admit it. This lit the fire to want to home-school the kids. I began to pray. I had a 4 month old baby at the time and still feeling some side effects of the hard pregnancy. So, I spent that school year to try and prepare myself mentally. Which by the way, only helps a little. There is no way to really prepare for it other than prayer. But, I was committed to do this through thick and thin. There were many days where they would cry and tell me they didn’t want to be home-schooled and they wanted to go back. Those comments almost broke me. But, I knew this was the right choice for us as a family and they, one day, will be grateful. Reminding them that they couldn’t do work all day in their jammies at public school lightened up the mood. This will be year 3 homeschooling and I love it.

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