Private, public, or home school?

This year our family’s choice for education is different than ever before. If I’m being honest, it is the only schooling option in which I ever emphatically said to myself “I could never!” Yet here we are. Sometimes our delights and desires change so we go a new way. Other times our family’s needs and circumstances change and we’re forced to go a  different direction altogether. Maybe it’s short term or maybe it’s what stays and sticks. Either way, this blog is not about our specific educational decisions and any reasonings around it.

It’s also not about the looming school-choice debate in all too many Christian circles. Rather it is an attempt to lay out more “general principles” that I want to guide and guard our own personal decisions around schooling. And since I love a healthy dose of cheese in writing, here are 4 “ize’s” I want to steer away from as I think through this topic both broadly and personally in time to come. 

1. Moralize  

Sometimes I think as Christian’s we are too quick to moralize what is actually neutral. Up to this point, I have concluded that there is no direct biblical mandate for how we should formally school our kids. Schooling, in and of itself, is not tied to our own level of personal obedience. One option over another does not inherently have the upper hand morally. We are choosing from a morally level ground. 

I do, however, think that motives can be a matter of morality and obedience. So as we go to make our schooling decisions in days and years to come, I want to sift through my underlying reasonings. And continue to check in on them. Not that our motivations can ever be perfectly pure, but I can seek to be honest with myself and others about whether my choices are coming from a place of selfish ambition or humble pursuit. If what is most deeply driving me is resulting in disobedience, folly, and sin or in faithfulness, wisdom, and submission. Am I taking this decision into my own hands or am I continually placing it at the foot of the cross? 

My prayer — 

“Lord help me not bind myself where you have not bound me. Not put chains where you have given freedom and not draw lines where you have widened gaps. Give me grace that I might not feel undue guilt, nor fear the shame of others. May I never measure my righteousness by a different standard than what you, the Righteous One, already fulfilled. Reveal to me my motives, O God, and purify them. That I might make a decision that most pleases you each year with what we have and where we are.. Protect me with personal peace in this decision. Amen” 

2. Demonize

I remarked recently to my husband that something sticky about parenting I never anticipated was how personal decisions can feel like public judgements. It’s like when you say “my kids won’t be doing that,” it can sound a lot like “your kids shouldn’t be doing that, either.” And truthfully, the decisions that we all make are unavoidably a sort of proclamation to what we deem best. The subtle statements we make to other parents by simply choosing differently than they do just comes with the territory. I’m learning that’s okay. 

But I’m also learning that what’s not okay is projecting our own conclusions (even convictional ones) onto someone else and using it as a standard by which we judge their own personal faithfulness. I think that there is much black and white when it comes to biblical obedience but there is a myriad of color when it comes to personal faithfulness. We are not called to live out someone else’s form of faithfulness. And all we will answer for is our own.

The choice to put kids in a private school does not inherently reveal that parents are touting personal privilege when it comes to status and education. Public schooling does not necessarily mean that parents are lazily and negligently handing their kids educations and personal formation over to the government. And homeschooling does not automatically equal prudish parenting that wants to wrap their kids up in a bubble and keep them from the brokenness of the world and deny the brokenness from within. 

I want to be my own broken record: No matter which schooling philosophy we land on for each year and each child- “others differing decisions do not have to lead to demonization.” You can be a faithful parent and send your kids to school. You can be a faithful parent and keep your kids at home. 

My prayer- 

“Humble me, O God. Knock me down when I try to elevate my judgment seat to a higher place than yours. Keep me from pride in all realms of parenting, including decisions around school. Thank you that all of our starting point is your same grace, even when it leads us to differing destinations in schooling. Please give clarity for what is best for our family and charity in what might be best for others. Teach me how to be a meek and merciful mother, like you. Like you, my Father,  who is the master and maker.” 

3. “Idealize”

The concept of idealizing (grass is greener on the other side) is a temptation in all areas of life. But something about parenting just seems to particularly pronounce it. If we only do “A” as parents, we will produce “B” in our kids. Somewhere deep down we think we just have to find THE missing answer. From newborn woes to toddlerhood tantrums all the way to tricky teenage years. Yet as Sterling K Brown so simply put it “in parenting, there’s no getting it right, there’s only getting it the best we can.” Parenthood isn’t about mastery, it’s about failing forward and growing. It’s seeking wisdom for each tiny step along the way and then walking (or stumbling) forward in faith. 

Despite what the adorable back-to-school photos on Instagram show, and regardless of what the picture perfect homeschooling space you pinned on Pinterest portrays, the hard days will come. School choice isn’t about what looks most glamorous on a screen. It isn’t an endless loop of our most-ideal and best-day versions of that form of schooling. No where we choose can promise safety or ensure success. None are the secret ticket to keep our kids from certain struggles and sins and shortcomings. What’s more, as Christian parents, none of these options can guarantee us the outcome of their salvation.

My prayer—

“Sober us, O Lord, to the reality of what is, and not just of what we imagine things to be. Turn our eyes to the grass that you have given us. May we water it and then sit to rest in its greenery, with you. We know that on all paths in this life there will be both roses and thorns. So we give both the hard schooling days and the sweet ones to you. We want to work diligently to disciple our children while entrusting them into your hands and plans. There is no quick fix or easy answer. But this we know, they are safe with you and saved only through you.” 

4. To idolize 

Deeply caring about where our kids go to school is such a good and loving desire. It’s a weighty decision and not at all a flippant one. It’s worth wrestling over, taking through, and praying regularly about. We shouldn’t feel guilty for caring “too much.” It’s such an important thing that really does matter. But I think that’s the very reason we have to be so careful. 

As Tim Keller says “Idols are not usually bad things but good things turned into ultimate things.” We can become so passionate, so convictional, and so determined about what schooling we choose for our kids, we lose sight of the very ones we were making the decision for in the first place. One of the most common complaints I have heard from others (of all educational backgrounds) is something along the lines of “I wish my parents would have done it for me and not just for them.” I don’t ever want to be so married to a philosophy of schooling that I fail to see and do what my children actually need.

My prayer— 

“Holy God, you are the only one worthy of our worship. Our deepest desires and most passionate pursuits pale in comparison to who you are. We want what you have for us and not what we have for ourselves. Let us make our decisions out of love and not fear. Rooted in your wisdom. Guided by intentionality and not controlled by idolatry. May we never hold so tightly onto school choice that our kids end up being what slips through the cracks of our clenched fists. Open our hands that we might give our children to you and receive what you have for them and for us. 

Lead us to repentance, in front of our kids, when we choose to sacrifice them on the alter of our own agendas, egos and reputations. Teach us how to keep ultimate things, ultimate.  Amen.”

My son, keep to the old roads

“When I look at you, boy
I can see the road that lies ahead
I can see the love and the sorrow
Bright fields of joy
Dark nights awake in a stormy bed
I want to go with you, but I can’t follow

So keep to the old roads
Keep to the old roads
And you’ll find your way

Your first kiss, your first crush
The first time you know you’re not enough
The first time there’s no one there to hold you
The first time you pack it all up
And drive alone across America
Please remember the words that I told you

Keep to the old roads
Keep to the old roads
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way

If love is what you’re looking for
The old roads lead to an open door
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
Back home

And I know you’ll be scared when you take up that cross
And I know it’ll hurt, ’cause I know what it costs
And I love you so much and it’s so hard to watch
But you’re gonna grow up and you’re gonna get lost

Just go back, go back
Go back, go back to the ancient paths
Lash your heart to the ancient mast
And hold on, boy, whatever you do
To the hope that’s taken hold of you

And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
If love is what you’re looking for
The old roads lead to an open door
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
Back home”

This song by Andrew Peterson has been slowly wrecking me. As all beautiful songs, that mix simplicity and complexity together, seem to do. It’s so basic yet so profound to me. And it encapsulates my heart so well in a way I didn’t even know I meant. So I will sing it and pray it and plead it over my son for his days.

My dear boy, keep to the old roads.

I know the fast lane is flashy and fun. With all its fantasy and fame and flare. It’s a rush of one high hill to the next. It’s exhilarating. The gratification is instantaneous. It flies past the boring and bumpy dirt road and offers the thrill of a chase. But no matter what turns it keeps taking you on it eventually comes to a halt. You will meet it at it’s dead end, no matter which route you wind around. While the slow road takes a painful amount of patience to navigate the fast one will whip you around before you even have the chance to know that you’re not ready. It’s a thrill while you’re riding but a crash while it’s ending.

Come back, come back to the old roads. The old roads that lead to an open door.

The fruit will draw you but the root will keep you. Yes the fruit is fresh but it will quickly fade. It will entice you and enamor you but it does not stay around long enough to actually enjoy you. It wants to use you yet not know you. It wants to invite you but not inform you. It springs up but spoils away. It rots and it withers. The fruit is beautifully bright and the roots are boringly brown. But the brown is what is buried deep. It is solid and sturdy. Even when it is cut down to a stump, it gives you a place to sit and to stay. It might look a little lonely at times, but it will be the one that offers you rest and gives you life.

Come back, come back to the old roads. The old roads that lead to an open door.

Because success at the top of the ladder means nothing without the anchor at the bottom of the ship.

Because what is slow and steady is what will keep sustaining you. And what is shiny and shimmery is what will eventually shrivel you.

Because money can ease you but it can never free you.

Because the click of a button is a fleeting fantasy but that same wrinkly hand of hers is your faithful friend.

Because only the wood of a cross brings forth death before life, all else dangles life but breeds death.

So go back, go back to the ancient paths
Lash your heart to the ancient mast
And hold on, boy, whatever you do
To the hope that’s taken hold of you.

And you’ll find your way.
Yes you’ll find your way.
Back home.

Navigating differences, diversity, and disabilities with our kids

1. Education and preparation

I always imagined the distinction between kids being raised “in the home” and kids being sent “into the world” to be a much cleaner break. Much more defined and separated. But the reality is that from a very early age, children are ever coming and going. A healthy child’s life is an ongoing intermingling of being carefully sheltered and abruptly exposed, intentionally equipped and utterly unprepared, knowing the answers and coming with all the questions. Because of this, we will never fully prep our kids for all they will encounter.

So while we know there is no possible way to teach our kids every facet of “different” that they may interface with, it is always worth finding ways to intentionally educate them and strategically prepare them to the best of our ability. Because it starts as an innocently curious toddler in the grocery store asking an all too loud question and one day turns into a teenage clique of clones giving those on the outside an all too condescending sneer.

Education and preparation can start at a young age. It can be naturally incorporated into the books that lean on our shelves, the toys that fill up our boxes, the movies that play through our screens, and the food that sits on our plates. As they grow we are the ones who can fill their eyes with all sorts of colors and capabilities, flood their ears with varying accents and impediments, and stuff their tummies with differing cultures and communities. We can go to stores in different parts of town for the sake of exposure and we can visit hospitals and nursing homes for the sake of interaction. We can learn by going outside of our homes and we can also learn by bringing differences and diversity into our homes. As much as we can help it, we shouldn’t let our kids most teachable moments be forced out of us by their own stopping and staring and shouting out questions. But sometimes that’s the way education will unavoidably come, and that’s okay too.

2. Distinguish rudeness vs awareness

Even with an adequate amount of information and preparation, the truth is that kids are uncomfortably curious. They are loudly observant. They are unashamedly honest. And it doesn’t take long to realize that these things can lead to humorous comments but that they can also produce really hurtful ones too.

This is where we can decide what kind of momentary reaction is appropriate to give and what kind of follow up response we may need to bring back up later. When a child makes a remark that is unkind the result can be and should be, correction. Here we can simply and sternly tell them no. Here is where it is right to whisper that we will talk about it later. Where it is necessary to set a rule or a standard or an expected consequence. Where, depending on the context, an apology may be required for their hurtful words. Some examples of what might fall into this category are words like weird, dumb, ugly, or fat. Under no condition can these words possibly be kind, and therefore they are always worthy of correlated correction.

Certain words and descriptions should be locked and linked to sadness and shame. They always only cause sadness and shame in other people and lead to sadness and shame in ourselves. Curiosity, on the other hand, should be welcomed. It should be listened to. It should be answered. There is a place for teaching appropriate voice volume and informing where the best context for curiosity might be. But when neither are applied very well in the moment (particularly at a more unaware age), we should not resort to ignoring and dismissing. We should not react big. Our eyes do have to bug out and our feet do not have to scurry off.

3. Acknowledge differences

In these experiences that feel uncomfortable and awkward, we can choose to take a deep breath and embrace a teachable moment. We can exemplify before our children what it means to stay. It might be appropriate to explain to the other person that our child isn’t very familiar with whatever is probing their curiosity. It might be genuinely welcomed that we ask themselves to explain to our child what something is called or how it works or what their experience has been like in their own body and skin. Or it might be best for ourselves just to confidently answer out loud in a way that is true and positive and informative. For all parties involved, even by standers, to be reminded that acknowledging differences isn’t mean or embarrassing or shameful.

We can use these circumstances to show our kids that mean words lead to isolation but that acknowledging our differences can actually bring us together. It can help us be more aware of others and how they function in the world, and what they uniquely bring to it. They can learn to appreciate what is different and connect in what is the same, if we take the time to let them do so. Kids who see adults run from other people’s differences turn into adults who run away too. We have to teach our kids that differences aren’t dirty. It’s not something they should be taught to avoid or ignore or fear. Of course a person is more than merely what makes them different. But they are also no less than. Differences are not defining, but they are distinguishing.

As Amy Web (author of When Charlie Met Emma) says “different isn’t bad, sad, or strange– different is just different and different is okay!”

4. Celebrate differences

Trillia Newbell, who wrote my favorite kid’s book on diversity, is notable for emphasizing that differences aren’t just something we should acknowledge as true, they are something we should celebrate as good. This is not to dismiss that some differences are indeed marred by sickness and suffering and sorrow, and will one day be wiped away. This is not to naively heroicize or over glamorize the trials and challenges some may have endured due to what makes them different. But it is to ultimately remember that differences are deliberate and therefore differences should be delighted in. The fact that not all variety and variance will be done away with in heaven shows that differences are not a punishment for what we’ve done but that they are a proclamation of who God is. They are, as Trillia so simply and beautifully states, God’s Very Good Idea.

“We live in God’s world. We are all different, and we are also all the same. They might look different or speak different or play different. But they are all made in God’s image, and so they are all valuable. …This is God’s very good idea: lots of different people enjoying loving him and loving each other. God made it. People ruined it. He rescued it. He will finish it.”

And even today, we can begin celebrating it. We can stay and acknowledge differences in front of our kids, and then we can stop and verbally celebrate them. Our kids should hear us say things like “isn’t that cool they were made like that!” Or “yes! God is uniquely reflected in them just like He is in you!”

5. Emphasize asking not assuming

Amy Web who is quoted above (who is also the mind behind 90% of this conglomeration I pieced together) writes that “the line between pity and empathy is razor thin. My general rule to differentiate between the two is that empathy stems from listening to another person’s perspective and reacting accordingly. Pity, however, assumes. Assuming that a person with a disability automatically has a harder, sadder life because of their disability.”

Once again some differences are hard, emotionally or relationally or physically, for the person embodying those differences. But instead of pitying or assuming, we should teach our kids to listen and to learn and to empathize. To respond based on another persons actual experiences and not what our child perceives those experiences to be. We can teach our kids to see others not as just “disabled” but “differently-abled.” We can teach our kids, whether as a child in the store or a middle schooler on the bus, to ask good and kind and clarifying questions. To engage. To listen. And to learn. To not dismiss the differences of others but also not to define them solely by those differences. To know when to say “I don’t know what that’s like, maybe you can help me understand.” And to also know when to say “yeah, I feel that way sometimes too.” We can teach our kids that others may enjoy the same exact things that they do, they just might have to go about enjoying them a little differently. But they can enjoy them differently, together.

6. Teach more than kindness

Amy also so powerfully points out that the goal we are aiming to teach our kids is about more than kindness. It is about friendship and inclusion. Kindness smiles, nods a head, and keeps passing by. Friendship walks towards, puts out a hand, and invites in.

When our kids see us grit our teeth and hear us threateningly whisper to “be kind” they begin to see that person as someone they must obligatorily sacrifice a minute of their time for. Pay their dues to. Check off their nice-things-I-did-today list. When the base line requirement is quick kindness we teach them that they are the only one who has something to give. And we beg of them to give it, if even only for a moment. Of course we do not want our kids to shout at someone shamefully or ignore someone intentionally. But in the end is it really so much better to instruct them to pity someone politely? Who really wants to be othered and ostracized, even if it’s done “kindly” or belittled and bemoaned even if it’s attempted at “sweetly.”

But this is where we must do more than just insist and instruct. We must exemplify. We must show that we are willing to act on the sometimes scary and often vulnerable initiative that inclusion takes. We have to show our kids the lengths that we ourselves will go to, to include and invest and invite. So we call the mom. We admit that we don’t exactly know what the play date or party could look like for them to be included, yet we emphasize that we want their child’s presence and participation, in whatever way might be. We humbly open ourselves up to not having the answers but wanting to work alongside another parent who will work hard to get the answers with us and for us. The same parent who has always worked hard to modify and make ways for their child to be included and befriended. If we are not willing to include and invite, how can we expect our children to?

The results of not teaching them, both by word and by action, how to do this touches us all. As parents, as children, as teachers, and as care givers, we are only robbing ourselves and the world of the unique kind of beauty and joy that being in relationships with those that are different than us can bring. We are choosing to let our kids buck against a way in which they were created to live and to love and to learn.

And in the end it is likely our own child who will miss out on the fruit of inclusion that often bears fun and formative and long lasting, friendship. The real kind. The kind we all need.