“There is no school equal to a decent home and no teacher equal to a virtuous parent.”
Before college, I had never attended a public school. I had only ever had one teacher in my life: my mom. My commute to school took all of ten seconds to walk down the hall from my room into the dining room. I am a homeschooled alumnus.
My earliest memories of homeschooling are of my mom and I sitting together on the couch going through a phonics book. I soon began to realize that I was one of the only children at our church that did school at home. It didn’t bother me for the most part, although I sometimes told my mom that I would like to see what it was like to go to public school.
Because I mostly stayed home, I didn’t have a lot of other friends to socialize with. I had a few friends at church and some neighborhood kids I would play with, but I mostly learned to play by myself or spend time with my family.
That all changed the day my family decided to move to a new church. Our new church welcomed us into their family like we were one of their own, and soon I had many new aunties and uncles. I also found out that I was not the only homeschooler in the church. There was a whole group of homeschooling families. Even the pastor and his wife homeschooled their kids. There was even a homeschooling co-op that had just started up in the church, and our family was invited to join. My mom was delighted, because, just like me, she was feeling the strain of being alone in her homeschooling endeavor. She told me brother and I to pack our backpacks because we were going to co-op!
Look for the next part in the story coming soon!