I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I don’t exactly know why I sensed an uncomfortable, maybe even heart-breaking afternoon ahead of me as I went to withdraw my sons from the public school system. After all, it was just me following up and solidifying the plans that Chris and I have been praying about for years. And finally, after more intense praying, researching, discussions with our sons, and more praying, we decided it was best to take the plunge. The plunge into home schooling our sons. If I’m honest, I don’t really like the term home schooling. Not just because of the negative connotations associated with said term in the eyes of many, but mainly because I feel the word school is so limiting. According to Webster.com, the word school means an organization that provides instruction. While there is nothing wrong with instructing people, I plan to do a whole lot more than plan lessons and stand in front of my children telling them what to do and what to learn and what to think. I want to inspire them so that they will desire to learn more and in the process, love to learn! I want to provoke them to find out answers to things that I never cared about answering. I want to see their characters developed and fortified so that when the time is right, they will be able to stand up for their beliefs despite what the world is shouting. I want to rally around them and be their biggest cheerleader and support system. I want to broaden their horizons by allowing them to experience things that they’d never experience just reading a textbook. I want them to embrace their history and use it as a guide as to what not to do. I’ve talked to a lot of women whose children are raised, have gone off to school, gotten married and now have children of their own. Many looked forward to the day that those stinky boys and prima donna girls left the house. Many did not. But no matter how they felt about the upbringing of their children, not one of them has ever said, “You know, I felt that I spent too much time with my children.” Not. One. And I want to spend time with them. Plain and simple. My family is not your family. Our decision shouldn’t be your decision. Everyone has to live with their own decisions so make them according to what is best for your family. But for this season and maybe even the rest of the boys “seasons” of school, it is best for all of us that we keep them with us. If you educate your own children, I would love for you to share any encouragement you have for Chris and me. I know the task ahead will be nothing short of daunting. But what doesn’t kill us will only make us stronger, right? Right?