I started writing about our Ice Cream Social and this spilled out of me. So here you have it. My thoughts about my homeschooling sisters are this...
There is an unspoken softness found in a homeschooling mom. It is found right between the grit to fight for her children and the nagging fear that she will fail. We are different than the status quo . We know what we do matters and the outcome lay square on our shoulders. There is no teacher to blame or system to fight. We raise our children. We educate our children. We do it. That's where the buck will lay.
When I meet a homeschooling mom, THAT handshake transcends usual boundaries found in acquaintances. I am immediately relaxed because I KNOW she is not even about to pretend she is put together. I know her home sometimes looks like something exploded in there and I know she has days when she thinks she will lose her sanity.
When I meet a homeschooling mom, I know there will be no jockeying for position comparing grades and sporting trophies. No amount of make-up, Guchi bags or painted nails can pigeon hole the elite into one group or working class in another. Homeschool moms are past that in our lives. We are past the fake illusion of appearance and right in bed with the realness of life. We chose to step out of the mold so we could march into reality. We want more for our children than the status-quo and we have committed our lives to finding it.
God has allowed me to be surrounded by real women; Women who admit they lose their minds once in a while; Women who laugh when a toddler runs over to them naked holding a diaper; Women who drive cars that stall and new Suburbans; Women who cry at Starbucks allowing us to share a bit of their pain; Women who lessen my load by listening and carry bits of it with them in prayer; Women who smile through tears, sway with the gail force winds and hold steadfast, rooted to their commitment; Women who love each other; Women who are tired; Women who are triumphant; Women who laugh loud and openly; Women who let their guard down to let us in. We are all the same. We are all trying our best. We are all, homeschooling moms.