At my most insecure, uncertain moments as a homeschooler, I am reminded that my purpose is not fulfilled by what my kids can exhibit, but to equip them with the ability to learn.
Tempted to feel diminished by the lack of latin recitation, the absence of drama performances or coding classes, like Christian on the road to the Celestial City, I turn aside. But when I truly see
what is before me, I can see that my children have everything they need. They read on their own, they ask questions, they teach me. They are learning how to learn.
They are free to study Latin if they choose, or join a play, or whatever else peaks their interest, but my job is to lead them to Christ, not to college. To instill in them
a love of learning, not stuff them full of knowledge.
I am looking forward to next year, but i am also looking forward to tomorrow. I am looking forward to loosening my grip on ideals, and opening the door to wonder and truth.