There are so many reasons I could say to explain why we began homeschooling.
I could tell you that public school just wasn't working for our family.
I could tell you that I wanted to have more time to teach them about our Faith and do daily devotionals.
I could say that we didn't have enough time together because mama and daddy both worked full time and the kids had after school activities that wore everyone out by 10pm.
I could tell you that I wanted to focus more on what they wanted to learn and specialize their education to be structured for their specific learning habits.
I could tell you about how we love the outdoors and I wanted more opportunities for natural learning environments.
I could tell you about how I wanted them to read books they love, and not read as many books as possible just for AR points and stress.
While those are all really important reasons, here's where my heart is:
For so long, I was grieving the time I missed as my children began to grow up because I chose to go to work when I knew my heart wasn't really in it.
I missed the time in my life so long ago when I was a stay at home mom and the sink was full of dishes, the floor covered in play dough, and the beds unmade. Not because I was being lazy, but because we were busy exploring and filling our hearts up to the brim, and crafting, and loving on one another.
I finally listened when God said "being home with your children is ENOUGH. For you, for me, for them." It was so simple but I wasn't ready to hear it back then.
That's what it boils down to; not whether or not I have the patience it takes to homeschool (because when people ask I always say I don't, patience really is a relative term). It isn't about how long we'll do it for, this is not a season. This a life choice. I will do it as long as God allows me to. Last but not least, do we like it? Not all of the time, some days suck. But we love it, and when you love something you take the good and the bad.