Updated: May 8, 2020
It’s probably not what you think. When I look back, homeschooling was never a choice. It was just something I always wanted. I knew that I would have kids and that I would homeschool. My husband, even before we got married, knew this was already a direction I had dug my heels into. I wasn’t motivated by fear but by time. Time and relationships were my driving forces. I wanted all the time I could get with my kids, and I wanted relationships with them that would last a lifetime long after they fly from my nest. I have lots of other little reasons that you’ll hear from me along the way, but those are at the heart and soul of my "whys." I wanted to give them security in exactly who and what they were before I sent them out to this big ole world. I wanted to give them all the time they needed to find out who and what they are as well. I didn’t want our lives to look like everyone else’s. I’m not a rat-race kind of person, and neither is my husband. We buck a little (okay, a lot) at convention. I could never see myself waking up at 6AM rushing to get everyone out the door and not getting back home till 6 at night to do it all over again. Not to mention, only really having Saturday to do EVERYTHING else. I wanted time to play with them, to learn with them, to grow with them, and time to do nothing with them. It took my a few years to figure out my groove, to figure out exactly what I wanted, and how to exactly get it. But it's worth it! Even the hard days where sending them all off to school seems like the best option for my sanity. At night, when I close my eyes, I know I’ve made the right choice for me and mine.