Hope for the Homeschooler’s Heart

They told me to sit down, raise my hand, wait my turn,

I learned only the things that they said I should learn.

“No talking… no eating!” Endless rules to comply,

We all listened quietly, without quite knowing why.

I was bullied in private, ignored through the day,

Where was the help? I misplaced the blame.

With confidence low and a lack of control,

I was what they made me, a little lost girl.

13 years in a system that prepared me to be,

A listener, a follower, just one of many.

But somehow inside me, I still had some fight,

Maybe I could help make this broken system right!

I studied education, and studied it more,

I made it all the way to my name on the door!

As Principal, I could change all of the rules!

Or so was my hope for leading the school.

But reality conquered, put me in my place,

The role just a title that needed a face.

So you can’t make a change, let it go and move on!

But what of my children now stuck as the pawns?

This was the day that our lives took a turn,

The day the first flame of our freedom would burn.

To honor their childhood and act as their fuel,

They’d thrive in adventures we’d have in homeschool.

See, it’s not about being held down to a desk,

Told just what to learn and made to feel less.

It’s about the connection, the culture of home,

The teachings that give our kids back control.

To explore and to wonder- each day beautiful, new;

Living wild and free with a better worldview. 

Xoxo,

Mandy