“I try my hand at being myself.” Bob Dylan
I came to home educating at different times than some people I know. I came to it with different struggles and different preconceptions. I came to adulthood with different experiences. I travelled to different places. I saw eleven schools before graduating high school.
I’ve learned that everyone around me has different experiences of the world. They saw different music concerts than I did. Their devices are filled with music I might never have heard. And we might read different genres of books. They experience family relationships differently than me. They have different educations. They chose to have children for different reasons, and a few didn’t have children at all.
There shouldn’t be any wonder that we approach this homeschool lifestyle differently either.
Some are a little more liberal, some a little more conservative. Some are a little more regimented, some a little more free. Some prefers textbooks, some prefer historical fiction.
We’re different. Surprise! We already knew we were. So we’ll not expect uniformity in our approaches.
But when we listen and when we speak from our hearts, we learn from one another. We might hear a gem of help from unexpected places, and have our path move in a more peaceful, freeing, and useful direction.
That’s the beauty of being open to know and be known by others. There are always gifts to be received in the nuggets of wisdom that others share when we’re open to hearing them. There is a wealth of experience we can tap when it’s not just coming from our story.
Ours is one story in an anthology of many stories. So we need to offer our stories, allow ourselves to be ourselves, so we’ll give much, and receive much. So I’ll try my hand at being myself.