Becky and I have four children. We’re often asked why three of them are homeschooled, so last summer I wrote the following answer, from a dad’s perspective:
We sat on the bank of the creek talking about middle school. I suddenly noticed her – really noticed her, took her in.
I was shocked at how her cherub toddler limbs have slimmed and stretched overnight into the beautiful girl beside me. And we remembered together why we chose not to put her on that bus six years ago and why we’ve now decided it’s time.
When Gabriella was five, her character was, according to psychologists with letters after their names that I’ve not earned, wet cement.
A child at five is still defining her ethics: What is right and what is wrong? What are the consequences of both? Does this change when no one’s watching me? Does any of this matter to me at all? Why?