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When God Told Me to Homeschool My Kids, I Told Him No.
Funny how hindsight is 20/20.
Spring 2019
Istood in the middle of the pure chaos that was supposed to be my daughter’s first grade classroom, and her teacher’s gaze met mine. His chest and shoulders rose as he inhaled deeply. His eyes closed.
Children were screeching, running, one or two were crying, papers and pencils and crayons fell to the floor, and I could almost hear Mr. L counting to ten in his head, trying to compose himself before he lost it.
My heart went out to him in that moment, and I thought, This is no way for kids to learn.
Between the two of us, we finally managed to get the majority of the kids back on task, and then it was time for me to go, thank goodness. I didn’t know how he could stand being in the middle of that for seven hours every day. I didn’t know how my daughter could stand it, especially because Mr. L would frequently rely on her to help keep her classmates on task, or to even chase down children that had escaped down the hallway. (She has kind of a “little mother” personality and is unusually responsible for her age.)
“I didn’t give you those talents so you could teach other people’s children.”
