Before anything else… I have a little something to share about that crazy week of random disasters… We received a bill in the mail for the first ER visit… The time that Darc ate the battery and both of the girls had x-rays. Total amount due equals $0.00. Seriously. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. But thank you Jehovah-Jireh.
And it came at just the right moment… when I needed to be reminded again of His goodness and His sovereignty…
Summer is just around the corner, and it could be argued that we should have had them finish out the year… but the pros just don’t stack up.
Our children are not allowed to have Facebook accounts. You actually have to be at least 13 years of age to open an account anyway, so without some level of deceit the thought cannot even be entertained. I knew of a few elementary students who have been on Facebook, but we remained the “uncool” parents with “strict rules”. Our fifth grader decided that he would break our rules (and those on FB) and we discovered that he had created his own account. That alone was bad… but unfortunately… it gets worse.
We logged in to his profile and began reading through his posts and private messages. After which I was speechless, and shocked and deeply deeply saddened. Let me just confess that I had no clue 10, 11 and 12 year olds were saying and doing the things that we discovered. The language, the topics, the pictures of themselves that these young girls are posting and messaging to the boys, the things they talk about that happen “on the hill” at recess…
If he doesn’t understand how wrong it all is, if he can’t turn from it, if he can’t stand up for righteousness… what kind of parents would we be to continue to leave him in that environment…
And so… our adventures in public schooling has come to an end. I met with the councilor on Tuesday and shared my discoveries. She was surprisingly encouraging and expressed her support. And on Thursday morning I signed their withdraw forms. It was just going to be the fifth grader at first, but the other two decided that they’d rather homeschool again too… (And on Wednesday morning when the alarms began beeping at five thirty… Stephen and I decided that letting the other two come home now wasn’t such a bad idea.)
Anyway, academics are important… but what good is it in death. It is my desire to raise children who love God first, and right now they need us to create an environment that encourages and nourishes that relationship… An environment where good character can be developed with less distraction.
We are competing for them. It’s a crazy world out there and we have to teach our children how not to be consumed by it. I want my girls to learn modesty and to value purity. I want my boys to blush and turn away when a young lady wears a bikini. I want all of them to speak with loving kindness, truthfulness and humility.
The world is stacked against me. Song lyrics, movies and TV, billboards, pop stars, video games and an endless amount of internet garbage to be both sought out and stumbled upon… The world is desensitizing their eyes, their ears and their hearts. It truly is a competition… a competition for their souls. And I will do all that I can to point them to the true, good and eternal prize.
And so, we have departed from the public school and right now… for our family… “training them up in the way they will go” looks like homeschooling… It looks like limited internet access and a permanently confiscated iPod. It looks like library books and daily devotionals and limited television. It looks like time spent together; loving and leading by example.
(sigh.)… pray for me. The days will get long… But I know that in the midst of the clatter there is a peace to be had that is eternally rewarding, so we will fix our eyes on the prize and guide our children to do the same.