‘Sophisticated Home-School’. . . An Oxymoron?
Having just come from my first exposure to a room filled with ‘Home-schooling’ Mom’s, I’m still a bit bewildered by it all. Let me first say that now being a member of that coveted group, I can make a little fun of the ‘truth’. You know, like fat people can make fat jokes, black people can make black jokes, and gay people can. . .never mind, they only make fun of everyone else. Back to the subject~getting ready for this meeting, I found myself subconsciously putting on a little too much make up, a bit more jewelry than usual, and shoes that hurt my feet. I think I was trying to make certain that everyone would recognize the ‘rebel’ in me, that surely I’d not be mistaken for one of ‘them’. I have no intention of educating my kids into an Ivy League University before they turn 17. Making their clothes is not an option, and there is a time and place for flip flops. Make-up is my friend, I look awful with my hair in a ‘bun’, and while comfortable, a floor length sleeveless muu muu is not part of my wardrobe. Besides all that, I like eating unhealthy, and though it may prove my early demise, why eat watercress & tofu when a moon-pie is within reach?
Walking in the joint, I automatically had kind of a chip on my shoulder. After all, our children are coming out of one of the finest school systems in the entire country. We loved being ‘normal’ there, and changing has been a hard, thought-out, prayerful process for us. We’re leaving behind something wonderful for the unknown~but it is RIGHT for our family. That we’re sure of. Miraculously for me (I’m terminally late for EVERYTHING), I was early. Strategically, I took a seat on the second row. The front row was just too bold, the back row was too non-committal. Funny how we think things through like this when we’re nervous, huh? There I sat, pretending to read some hand out materials, holding my Blackberry tightly in hand in case one of the die hards made their way toward me, I could fake a phone call from the Mayor, begging me to bring the kids back to public school . . . As the other ladies began to filter in, I tried not to look anywhere but the papers I had, or an occasional text message on the phone. After the room started to fill, there was laughter and small talk all around, and soon the seats around me were filling. I gathered the nerve to glance around for a few seconds . . . BOOM. It hit me, “Am I in the right place? These can’t be home-schoolers.” Where’s all the macramé? The unstyled prematurely gray hair and 1970′s eyeglass frames? No one is breast-feeding two children at once as she balances a 9 year old with a sippie cup on her knee. . .THIS CAN’T BE RIGHT.
As I sat there in amazement, I realized that almost all of these women look the way I wish I looked! Beautiful hair, stylish but modest clothes, manicures, make up, most were fit and tanned, some even wore their tennis and golf outfits. Suddenly I also realized how many familiar faces there were~and NONE of their kids are weird! The more the reality sank in, the more relieved I was. Further, the more out of place I felt . . . in a reverse kind of way. Remember at the beginning I said I’d put on a little too much make-up & jewelery? . . . Well, I sat there feeling more and more like Cher’s “Lavern” character, the leopard-leotard diva of the laundromat . . .to my amazement though, being the new kid on the block, none of them had any preconceived notions about ME. At least they didn’t let on so. I felt strangely comfortable, even supported. Also relieved, as the real discussions centered around ‘growing our children into an intelligent, Christian worldview’. That’s the real point.
And so, it’s official. I am a home-schooling Mom, and very proud to be. Even though we all know I really have the potential to screw up our children, but good. Wish us luck! More importantly~pray for our kids . . .
Amidst all this chaos . . . God loves me . . .
