We’ve been homeschooling since the end of 2016 and, after hearing all the stories of boundaries blurred by passersby onto the unsuspecting rogue human- also known as the wild homeschooler– I’ve been waiting for our moment.
The one where a stranger goes straight for the homeschooling jugular.
And then, I’d have to adjust my denim skirt and get all my charts and statistics on the greatness of being a homeschooler from our 42 passenger van, before we head back to the prairie for more book-learnin’ with Pa.
But, still we wait!
Before that-which-shall-not-be-named changed all of 2020, I thought that moment had crept in on us.
All these littles and I headed to the craft store in the middle of a Tuesday when public schools had just started back. I needed to make my Buddy the Elf front door wreath because, after seeing the tutorial on Pinterest, I physically could not restrain myself from putting something so miraculous on our front door.
We’re cruising the aisles, all these babies of mine with their, “be chill” bribe-snacks in hand, when I notice, out of my peripheral vision, we’d gained an eavesdropper.
I silently express oodles of gratitude that our conversation had been polite, and much less, “Where are all the places hair can grow?”
Our aisle-mate finally comes over and breaks the ice with interest in my project. I immediately notice her gentle presence and how sweetly she spoke to my littles.
No jugular attacks!
* roundhouse kicks of excitement *
She’s impressed with what my kids know and how courteous they are in conversation. I could feel it. Here it comes.
She looks at me, big, genuine smile on her face, and it’s palpable that not only is she not going to be one of those aggressive strangers with an ax to grind, but…
…she is getting ready to, unknowingly, pacify the quiet-yet-typical, mama-fear that I’ll somehow still screw it all up.
“Ya know, I bet you homeschool!” she says.
YES! Yes I do, sweet yarn-purchasing stranger! We are the family of the untamed students, out in their natural habitat…the world! We’re normal, nice even! We can function like anyone else! Let’s change the stereotypical narrative of homeschooling together! Tell the others!
Me, bracing for the sweet nothings that are going to right all the things, “Yes, ma’am! We do! What makes you guess that?”
Her, clearly realizing she’s speaking to a person who deserved a gold medal in overthinking the situation,
“Because you’re all out shopping at 1:30.”
Swing and a miss.
**cartwheels off pedestal**
Good luck, Children, with your weird, unsocialized mama!
Now, go churn some butter with Pa.
Tell us about your own moment as a weird, unsocialized homeschooler so we can laugh (or cry!) with you!
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