Our School is Home

Our wake up time is 8:00am or later. No pulling groggy kids out of bed as the claw at the covers attempting to pull them back over their heads. No shoving down a bowl of cereal for breakfast and no mad rush to hunt down last nights homework.

Our uniform is whatever we feel comfortable in. No khaki pants and navy blue tops. No white socks and brown shoes. Sometimes, it is Keira's eclectic look and sometimes we never make it out of our pajamas.

Our bus is my mini-van. Seat belts, three well behaved kids and a/c. Best of all, I get get into my mini-van without fear of being prosecuted.

Our desks are the couches. Or the dining table. Or the picnic table in the back yard. I think you get the point. Not only can we do school anywhere that we find comfortable, we can get up and move around without having to raise our hands or waiting an hour in the same hard chair, for the bell to ring.

Our lunches are good home cooked meals. Yes, every now and then Kraft mac and cheese comes out, but most days I am able to cook a good wholesome, unprocessed meal. We socialize and eat at whatever pace we want.

Our playground is the world. Wherever we happen to be; the backyard, the park, the sports center, an indoor bounce house, the spray park. An added bonus is that these places are virtually empty during the school year.

Our classroom is the world. Whether we are taking a nature walk or sitting in the living room talking we are always learning. Learning is not confined to a school building.

Our lessons are Christ centered. There is no fear of pulling out your Bible in this school. We pray as a school together over our food, for our country, for our friends and family. We sing praise songs and we talk about how often we disappoint Christ with our sin. We pray together for forgiveness and we grow in our faith as a family every moment of every day. We learn unashamedly about creation and the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ. There is no undoing hours of God-less indoctrination.

Our homework is life. No hours of school after school, no struggling to understand what the teacher is asking because we weren't there during the lesson. No fights and no lost family time.

Our school is home. Where we, their God given parents, can spend all day every day bringing up our children in the admonition of the Lord. Where we can prepare them at an appropriate pace to face the world with a zeal for sharing the Gospel. Where we don't have to worry how we will keep them from learning about sex from their peers, or being bullied, or if they will succumb to peer pressure. Our school is at home where our children belong.