Unexpected Feelings When Your Homeschooler Gets Accepted to University

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Today, my homeschooler gets accepted to university—his preferred program for the fall, engineering at the University of Victoria.

That sentence should read like pure celebration. And it is.

But the truth? This moment arrived carrying far more than simple joy.

What Even Are These Feelings?

From a woman who transacts in emotions, who holds other women’s emotions, who speaks on emotional regulation every day—I’m not sure what these feelings even are.

Elation. Anticipation. Excitement. Pride. Gratefulness. Sadness that this day has finally arrived.

He’s my baby. My youngest. My last.

All the feels wrapped up in tears and hugs and the quiet ache of knowing that a long season of life is shifting once more.

Sometimes the most honest thing we can say isn’t “I feel happy” or “I feel sad.” Sometimes it’s simply: This is a lot. And I’m letting myself feel all of it.

This is the work I do with women every day—helping them listen inward, honour what’s real, and trust their emotional experience rather than trying to tidy it up into something more presentable.

Today, I’m practicing what I teach.

When a Homeschooler Gets Accepted to University

Once upon a time, I saw my son play with Legos for a decade.

I watched him tinker with small machines. Build furniture. Try to understand why things weren’t working, then unbuild blenders and computers to figure them out.

Then learn how to build a computer himself.

I watched him understand the strategy behind chess and play—and win—against others decades older than him. Watched him crack the code behind all sorts of games.

And I watched him fall in love with physics. From Usborne books when he was seven, to university-level physics and math classes when he was fifteen.

When I asked him if the workload of those classes was just too much—because they really are exceptionally a lot—he acknowledged that yes, they are. But he really loves learning these things.

The proof? He’s self-motivated. And he keeps trying to capture my raptured fascination with his stories from math and physics classes.

Today, that same child was accepted into engineering at the University of Victoria.

And in just a few months, he’ll have a hefty ride to class every day for the next five years—because the university is ten hours away. (And of course, he can’t leave home to do that;)

Homeschooler Gets Accepted to University

The Long Arc of Homeschool Motherhood

If I’m honest, there were moments I could have marked a calendar and begun a private countdown to this season—the season where the last child begins to leave.

Culturally, we talk about this as a milestone. The “empty nest.” The transition. Or just a rite of passage.

But for me, this isn’t about cultural narratives.

This is about the truth that I always wanted to be a mother.

Not just a mother, but a present one. An engaged one. A mother who chose to build a life that allowed me to be with my children fully—especially through homeschooling. A mother who wanted to savour the days, even the hard ones.

Homeschooling has never been easy. It has been meaningful, beautiful, stretching, exhausting, sacred work.

There are days when you question everything:

Am I doing enough?

Am I missing something important?

Perhaps I am failing my kids without realising it?

Why does this feel so hard when I care so deeply?

If you’ve homeschooled—or even deeply parented—you know this interior dialogue well.

When Motherhood Becomes More Than Motherhood

In my work with homeschool moms, I see another layer often present beneath the surface.

Many women I walk alongside did not experience secure, emotionally safe childhoods. They grew up unsure of whether they were truly seen, heard, understood, or emotionally prioritized. Other people’s emotions took up most of the space in their homes. Their own needs were minimized, dismissed, or simply overlooked.

Then they become mothers.

And suddenly, motherhood becomes not just a role—but a mission. A redemption story. A chance to finally do it differently. To create the childhood they themselves needed. To pour in everything they never received.

That depth of investment can be profoundly beautiful.

It can also be incredibly heavy.

You carry the invisible weight of wanting to get it right. You want your children to feel safe, known, cherished. And of course, you want to protect them from harm. And you want to give them every opportunity. You want to ensure that your love translates into their lifelong well-being.

So when people casually suggest, “You should get a hobby for when your kids leave,” it often misses the point entirely.

This was never just a phase of life.

This was your life.

When Your Homeschooler Gets Accepted to University — and Actually Leaves

You hear it all along: They grow up so fast. One day they’ll leave.

You nod. You know it intellectually.

But then the first one leaves. And it’s not theoretical anymore.

Then the second.

Then the third.

And suddenly you find yourself here, watching your homeschooler get accepted to university and prepare to take his next steps away from home.

All those years of homeschooling, of conversations, of car rides, of frustration and laughter and connection and doubt and persistence—they weren’t wasted. They were forming something.

All those years of allowing him to follow his curiosity—from Legos to blenders to computers to physics—weren’t indulgent. They were equipping a human being to live his life on purpose.

My husband said it beautifully today:

Today we celebrate. We celebrate his effort, his capacities, the interests he pursued, the time we gave him to develop them, and the ways we were able to support him to get here.

And I would add this:

We celebrate with gratitude for the life entrusted to us. For the child we were given. For the journey we were allowed to walk together.

Yesterday, We Brought Home a Healthy Baby

There is another layer to this story that makes today feel even more sacred.

When Zachary was born, he was rushed into the NICU. His colour wasn’t right. Tests were run. We waited, we watched, and we prayed.

For several days, uncertainty was ours—until finally the echocardiogram confirmed that nothing was wrong with his heart.

Nothing was wrong with his heart.

I still hold the weight of that sentence.

When he was permitted, my husband held him skin to skin for hours—this tiny, vulnerable, beautiful baby: 22 inches long, 8 pounds 7 ounces of brand-new life.

We drove home three days later than expected. But we drove home with our healthy baby.

Our fourth child. Our first son.

My husband had suggested the name Zachary years before—even before we were engaged. He’d always loved that name. And when we anticipated our fourth child, we hoped we would be able to raise a son.

We were given a little boy.

And we named him Zachary. “God has remembered.”

It feels like yesterday we brought him home.

And now—in what feels like the very next day—we are planning to drive him to university. That same child, now standing over six feet tall, solid and capable, preparing to move ten hours away to study engineering.

The name we gave him carries weight I couldn’t have fully understood then.

The Truth Beneath the Success Story

It would be easy to turn this into a polished success narrative: “Look, homeschooling works. Look at the outcome.”

But that’s not the real story.

The real story is this: We didn’t homeschool perfectly. I doubted myself often. We adjusted constantly and made mistakes. We learned alongside our kids. However, we learned to prioritize connection over performance. Also, we allowed space for interests to emerge rather than forcing rigid paths.

We let him play with Legos for a decade—even when well-meaning voices suggested it was time to move on to “more serious” pursuits.

And we let him take apart blenders and computers—even when it meant occasionally having broken appliances scattered across the dining room table.

We supported him taking university-level courses at fifteen—even when the workload seemed overwhelming—because he loved it. Because he kept coming home eager to share what he’d learned.

And somehow, through all of that imperfect, earnest, committed living—we arrived here.

Not with children who followed identical paths, but with young adults who know themselves, who can think critically, who are willing to take responsibility for their lives.

That matters more to me than any transcript ever could.

For the Mom Who Is Still in the Thick of It

If you’re reading this while surrounded by math worksheets, sibling tension, unfinished laundry, and self-doubt, I want you to hear this gently:

You are not failing because this is hard, and you are not doing it wrong because you feel overwhelmed, and you are not behind because your journey looks different.

The work you’re doing is slow, invisible, relational work. It doesn’t produce instant metrics. It shapes hearts, minds, resilience, identity, and belonging—over time.

When your child spends hours on something that seems frivolous—Legos, Minecraft, taking things apart—you’re not wasting their education. You may be nurturing the very curiosity that will one day lead them to their calling.

When they want to dive deep into subjects that feel advanced or “too much”—and you worry about the workload—trust their intrinsic motivation. If they love it, if they’re self-driven, you’re witnessing passion, not pressure.

And one day, often much faster than you expect, you may find yourself watching your homeschooler get accepted to university, looking back in awe at the human beings who emerged from your care.

You may feel joy, and grief, and pride. You may feel disoriented. And you may feel everything all at once.

That would be normal.

Why I Continue This Work

This is why I continue to walk alongside homeschool moms.

Not because I believe homeschooling is a panacea — it’s not. Home education can not promise you flawless outcomes.

But because I believe in supporting women as whole humans while they raise whole humans.

Because motherhood deserves more than survival mode. Homeschool families deserve emotional support, not just academic strategy.

Because women deserve space to explore their identity beyond holding their homes, their families, their worlds together — that invisible load of motherhood.

And because sometimes, the greatest evidence that your work mattered isn’t found in awards or accolades—but in the momentous realization that your child is ready to live their own life.

Even if that life is ten hours away.

Today, I celebrate Zachary. And I honour every mother who has poured herself into the sacred, exhausting, beautiful work of raising humans who will one day leave.

And when they tell you that they are going to grow up, when they tell you they want to apply to university, say the words that only you will know are exactly the right words for that moment: just say NO.

(Oh, I mean, celebrate with them, celebrate yourself too, all that you’ve done!)

Congratulations, Zach. We are so very proud of you.

You Might Also Want to Read about the High School Transition:

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The Mindset Shifts for Homeschool Moms Thriving Through the High School Years Workbook is designed to help you move from overwhelm to clarity.

It walks you through the internal shifts that make these years meaningful rather than just manageable, helping you release perfectionism, trust your approach, and stay connected to your teen even as they grow more independent. This isn’t about getting homeschooling “right”—it’s about supporting you as a whole person while you guide your teen through these transformative years.

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You Might Also Want to Read about the Homeschool Mom Transition:

And if you’re sensing that a shift is coming—or already here—as your children grow older and your role as homeschool mom begins to evolve, the Rediscover Yourself Beyond Homeschool Mom Guidebook offers gentle, practical support for this tender transition.

This isn’t about replacing one identity with another or scrambling to fill your time with hobbies. It’s about honouring the depth of what you’ve poured into motherhood while creating space to reconnect with yourself—your interests, your desires, your sense of purpose beyond the daily rhythms of homeschooling.

You’ve spent years nurturing others. This guidebook helps you extend that same care and attention to yourself as you step into this next season.

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Ready to Determine Your Next Steps?

If you’re ready for personalized support as you navigate life after your homeschoolers graduate, I’d love to walk alongside you.

As the Homeschool Life Coach, I work with women who are standing at this threshold—celebrating their children’s readiness while also feeling the weight of what comes next.

Together, we’ll explore what this transition means for you, clarify what you want moving forward, and create a path that honors both who you’ve been and who you’re becoming. You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just need to take the next step. Let’s determine your next steps together.

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