Have I ever bemoaned the fact that I don’t have a good local homeschool support group here on T-T? I seriously can’t remember.
Maybe if I haven’t it’s because I gave up years ago even hoping for one. I live in the Bible Belt. Which means that most of the homeschooling support groups around here have been created by and for folks who are homeschooling for religious reasons. Now, don’t get me wrong, I haven’t got a single problem with people homeschooling for religious reasons.
I’m simply just not one of them.
I homeschool because it happens to be the best thing for my two children. My faith doesn’t play into the homeschooling equation at all. Well, o.k., I guess my faith makes me somewhat of who I AM as a mom and a person – – so maybe I could stretch it and say that it influences our homeschool – – but that would be about as far as I am willing to take it.
Most of the homeschooling groups around here take it much, much further. Not a class, an activity, or a mom’s night out occurs without religion playing a HUGE part in it. That would be all fine and well if everyone had exactly the same beliefs and exactly the same traditions – – but they don’t. And that makes some of those homeschool gatherings completely awkward and uncomfortable.
So I quit trying to fit in to those groups years ago. Figured I’d maverick my way through on my own – somehow. But always still wishing there were someplace I fit in. Someplace that accepted me the way I am.
Cut to – – THIS WEEK.
This week, I made a marvelous discovery. A momentous discovery, in fact.
Right in my very own town is a fairly new homeschooling support group that calls itself “Inclusive.” Isn’t that the most beautiful word you’ve ever heard in your life??
Inclusive means that they accept homeschoolers of every faith (or lack, thereof) – – every belief system – – every culture – – every color – – every difference. Every EVERYTHING!!
So far, I’ve attended two events with this group and they have yet to banish me because I don’t have the “secret decoder ring.” They have a beautiful assortment of Christians, seekers, crunchy-wannabes, mainstreamers, and a mom or two who look like they could use a good vacation. (Well, ok, maybe that was just me catching my reflection in the car window) And NONE of those people seemed to think I was the least bit out of place there.
They smiled at me. They talked to me. They let me hang out with their kids. I might even go so far as to say that some of them liked me.
Will wonders never cease??!!