“Why aren’t your kids in school?”
The lady at the checkout raised her eyebrows accusingly, peering over the rims of her glasses to size up my three children. It was one o’ clock on a Tuesday afternoon and her tone indicated that she highly disapproved of our jaunt to the local Kmart at that time.
“Uh, well, we homeschool,” I replied with a sheepish, apologetic grin. I looked at the plethora of household goods we were purchasing and wondered if she was judging all of that too while she checked us out.
“Well,” she retorted, “They ought to be doing schoolwork then, don’t you think?” Her gaze transformed slightly from harsh judgment to condescending pity. “Hmmmm. Homeschool.” She ran her eyes up and down each of my three kids. “What about socialization?”
As she smiled sweetly and completed our transaction all I could muster was a meager, “Thanks.” For several months after that I intentionally avoided running errands until it was a “normal” time for kids to be out of school.
I didn’t know what to say to people who questioned our choices. I didn’t know if it would work for us or not. I didn’t know how our kids were going to turn out without a “normal” education.