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dandelion fairy Robin Wight sculpture


I’ve been actively homeschooling for 24 years. Twenty-four continuous years of homeschooling my children. Jeez, that is a long time. And I’m not finished.
Know what I’ve learned?
Everything changes.
None of the things I started out believing remained important. So much of what I thought was necessary in the beginning never really mattered. The things I worried over fell away.
All that stuff I firmly believed worked (or would work) became the stuff I detested.
It’s all an evolving process. Each of my children learn differently, and their personalities change over time. So, what worked last year, doesn’t work this year. What worked for one child didn’t work for another. During this time, so much has changed. I’ve grown. I’ve aged. I’ve lightened up and let go of limiting expectations.

So, what really matters when you’re building a human? I try to stay focused on what’s remained important throughout:

Information is power.
Remain teachable.
Stay open-hearted.
Lighten up.
Love big.
This is the stuff that guides my homeschooling. Because, in the end, I want to raise people who aren’t assholes.

I want my children to
feel grounded, centered, loved;
play well with others and share their toys, even as adults;
never take shit from assholes;
remember, it’s never okay to be mean;
want more from their lives, always;
stay curious and enthusiastic;
seek deeply loving relationships, and never take hostages;
know that without respect, there is no love;
never base the value of others on appearance (skin color, weight, gender);
live lives knowing their success as human beings is not contingent upon a job title;
be so much more than the work they do;
understand they may not be able to control their own thoughts or feelings, but they can control their behavior;
understand they can’t control how (or if) others hear them, but they can control how they communicate;
know they are always free to choose silence.

I hope they live with open hands and brave, open hearts.

I so very much hope my children to value language because, though flimsy, it is the only real tool we are given, when doing the real stuff we’re here for: connecting with others in a meaningful way.

This is what matters.
Well, this, and cake.