My Homeschooling Journey: A Mother’s Heart

I’ve been wanting to get back to my blog for a while now, but every time I sit down to write, life gets in the way. It feels too personal, like I’m sharing someone else’s story instead of my own. But today, I’m ready to open up about my journey.

This is my story—a mother’s story. I started homeschooling Zander almost on a whim. I felt an instinctual pull that this was the right path for us, especially after witnessing the bullying he faced from some teachers. It was heartbreaking. Not every teacher was cruel, but those few experiences made it clear that I had to step in and protect my child.

Did I do the right thing? Some days, I question myself. But then I see Zander’s smile, hear him say how lucky he feels compared to kids stuck in traditional school, (especially when he hears the school bell wring and he is still in bed!) and I know we’ve made the right choice. He’s thriving, made great friends, engaged in sports and is still very much involved at church. It fills my heart with joy to see him happy and confident.

Now, we’re in the thick of his final matric exams, and the worry has kicked in. I’ve always been his biggest cheerleader, always there to support him while studying. But now, I’m on the sidelines, counting the minutes until he returns home. I know that when he walks through the door, he’ll give me his usual, “I think it went well enough,” and I’ll try to read between the lines of his smile. It’s hard not knowing exactly how he’s doing, but I trust him.

We’re almost at the finish line, with just seven exams left. Tough week lying ahead but we will make it!

However, there’s something deeper driving my need to write today. On the first day of school, I plan to send a copy of Zander’s matric certificate to that Grade 1 teacher who once told him he wouldn’t succeed. I want her to see the little boy she doubted, alongside the incredible young man he’s become. I hope it serves as a reminder that words have power and that educators should strive to uplift, not tear down.

This journey has been filled with challenges, but it has also brought so much growth. I’ve learned about resilience and the importance of believing in my child, no matter what. As I share this, I hope it resonates with other parents out there who’ve faced similar struggles. We’re not alone, and our stories matter. Here’s to continuing this journey together, one step at a time.