From Homeschool to Public School: What I've Learned About My Kids and Myself

Sharing our journey from homeschool to public school is a scary topic for me. First of all, the way each family chooses to educate children is a deeply personal decision. We toss around words like "conviction" and "calling" because our deeply-held desires for our children flow out of our values and beliefs. And that's as it should be. 

The second reason I'm scared is because I am so all over the map on any given day. One of my closest friends {who homeschools} knows I can't really talk about homeschooling right now. I can't dish about curriculum like I used to. I'm still a bit fragile over the whole thing. Homeschooling was more of my identity than I'd realized.

My own convictions are not that cemented anymore, which makes feel wishy-washy. I'm afraid that if I write about how public school has been great for my kids {and for me} and then we bring one or all of them back home in the future, I'll have to eat my words. And my big fat pride just hates that. 

The third reason I tread very lightly on this topic is because when one person's conviction is not another person's, well, things can become dicey. Sometimes educational choices can feel like religion or politics. We can become cliquish, dogmatic, self-righteous, and graceless. It doesn't always start out that way but it's easy to understand why this happens.

When you homeschool, you're in the minority and you desperately need community and encouragement. It's hard, it's still sort of unchartered territory, it's not "normal." You need your people. And in some circles or certain churches, public schooling {or private schooling} can place you in the minority. You need community and encouragement too. Because it's also hard and you need your people.

For nearly five years, I had my people. Oh I still had plenty of friends and acquaintances who were doing public school. But for very practical reasons, our lives did not overlap as much. So now I have my people who are still homeschooling and my people who are public schooling. I know what it's like to do both. And because my family's "way" is very much in flux and that is so uncomfortable, I cannot even begin to tell you how unsettled I feel.

My homeschooling community was amazing. I actually had friends in various homeschooling communities but we all did that weird thing of not sending our kids to school. Being "weird" is what bonded us all. I went to practicums and conferences. I read lots of books. I researched. I felt inspired. But in retrospect I'm realizing that I was also indoctrinated. Yes, that last sentence is passive. The truth is, I indoctrinated myself. 

There is a fine line between inspiration and indoctrination. It's not always one or the other but we need to be wise in recognizing when it shifts from the former to the latter. I try to be wise. I am a natural-born skeptic. I tend to be analytical and discerning. But sometimes our emotions trump our brains. I think that happened to me a little bit with homeschooling. 

I still love the idea of it. Love. I know {and envy} homeschool families who do it beautifully and who have raised the most amazing, equipped kids. And because my husband and I reserve the right to change our minds, I may be a homeschool mom again. 

But I won't be the same homeschool mom.

First of all, I know myself better. Second, I'd take my own advice and get paid. Third, I'm now more able to recognize when inspiration shifts to indoctrination and I will run the other direction. Fast. 

But I don't just know myself better. I know my kids better too. And do you know why?

Because I sent them to school.

That sounds counterintuitive. In fact, plenty of homeschool families told me that homeschooling allows you to know your kids better. And it does. But moms and kids can also fall into ruts when they're together all the time. Familiarity can breed contempt {or at least annoyance} but it can also create blind spots. At least it did for me.

I've learned that my son is infinitely more motivated when he's surrounded by lots of people. A true extrovert, he is inspired by social energy. At home, he was smart but sometimes sluggish, capable but distracted. Going to school brings out the best in him and he has a way of bringing out the best in others. 

He loves his classmates and his teacher and they love him. He is full of compassion, near tears when he tells me about the kid who gets in trouble the most. He has an uncanny ability to see past kids' behavior and analyze the ways in which home or academic struggles influence poor decisions and leave certain kids at risk. It's almost unnerving. He's only 8. 

But in most every other way he's just a normal second-grader. When he comes home from school, he gives me the run-down of what he's doing in class but more importantly, how many interceptions he caught during recess. 

Today he informed me that he's #5 on the Heisman watch. Who knew that 2nd graders have a parallel football universe? We spent last week at the beach and when we returned on Saturday, he told me that he couldn't wait for Monday. What's Monday? I asked. School! I can't wait to see everybody, he replied enthusiastically. I've no doubt he'll be a puddle of tears on the last day of second grade. 

I've learned that my daughter is crazy about science, a subject I did great disservice to when we were doing school at home. She recently declared that she will one day get a PhD in Biology plus a Master's degree in teaching. And she'll be an artist on the side. Though she will likely change her mind 17 times before she has to formally make those decisions, it's exciting to see her so inspired. 

She has become more enthusiastic and driven, thriving on the social and academic culture of school. She loves having different teachers who teach their subjects well and passionately. And here's another quirky thing I've learned about her. She studies for tests by recruiting a willing family member to be her "student" and then she teaches the hapless victim her test material for as long as he or she will sit. It seems to work.  

Though she can be quiet and appears shy, she's demonstrated that she can be assertive when she needs to be, both with kids and with adults. She's confronted meanness, frustrating group assignments, and stolen chocolates from her lunch box. 

And through all of this she's learned that plenty of kids have home situations that don't afford them the luxuries of two parents, intentional discipline, protection from things that 11-year-olds shouldn't have to face, and a truffle or two in one's lunchbox. 

We've been able to process frustrating and unfair situations through the lens of grace. And this has been such a gift for both of us. In the words of Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird, 

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it. 

Sharing these observations about my kids perhaps sounds braggy and indulgent. That's not my intent. Truly it's not. I'm simply bringing to light the qualities I couldn't see so well when they were at home. 

Juggling meals and math, laundry and language, and doing it all day long...it can blur one's vision just a bit. I know my children have got their issues. I'm their mama and I see their mess in all of its glory. Sometimes their mess overwhelms me and like any other mama, I worry about them. I fight fear, I fret over grades, I desperately want them to do well. But that is no longer the primary goal.

Learning to climb into others' skin. 

This is more important than learning math in just the right way or understanding history from a classical perspective. It's more important than reading the greatest of books or being a National Merit Scholar. 

Don't get me wrong, they are learning math and history and science in ways that are engaging and effective. But they're learning so much more. And so am I. The irony is that this sort of learning, this exposure to certain influences and unsavory topics, this is the stuff I wanted to protect them from. 

I still do. 

But this is the world they will one day navigate without parental supervision and tutelage. So every day they get to practice being brave and true, loving and discerning. They will fail. They have failed. We all do. But every day they come home to us and we revisit the day. We "walk around in skin" and their father and I try to point them to truth and reaffirm our values. 

In many ways, we've become more intentional about these sorts of things since they went to school. 

You see, we are still homeschooling but in a way that feels surprisingly richer and, I daresay, right. For us. At least for now. And I do know that come August, I may turn tail and run headlong back into homeschooling and want to delete this whole post. It's possible. But this is where we are today and I've quit trying to predict the future.

One year at a time, one kid at a time, seeking God's face all the time. That's the motto my husband and I have adopted.

God gave us these kids years ago and we dedicated them back to Him, recognizing that we are mere stewards. He goes with them every single day. 

I had not planned it this way. I thought I knew best. I don't regret a single day of homeschooling and the lovely, messy days of togetherness we experienced. Writing about it in the past tense makes me cry each and every time.  

It's just that sometimes real life re-routes us in ways that feel like failure but are actually grace. 

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