Category Archives: Faith & Hope

Why We Homeschool

This will be my 9th year homeschooling these beautiful souls. It’s crazy how time flies by. When people ask me why we homeschool our children, my answer is different today than it was when we began all those years ago.

What led us here

In January of 2013, our son Gideon was born. From the minute he arrived, every doctor suggested something was wrong with him, but no one knew what that “something” was. All his little oddities didn’t add up to a known diagnosis.

Fast forward to August of 2013, Gideon’s neurologist did a blood test that gave us the answers we did not want to hear- peroxisomal biogenesis disorder. The geneticist was the one who broke the news. She told us that Gideon would not live to see his first birthday and then she sent us home with hospice care.

To say we were devastated would be an understatement. Even without a diagnosis, we already knew that our little boy was going to have some challenges. He was not typically developing, his hearing loss was getting worse, his eyes weren’t right… but at that time he didn’t have any major issues. He was eating by mouth, breathing fine, no seizures… and still they sent us home with hospice care.

No one knows for sure

Gideon’s hospice was short lived. After 3 months, the hospice nurse told us that Gideon was too healthy for hospice. Something I already knew. During those months, I met woman whose son, Sam, had a peroxisomal disorder. He was 11 years old! I was hopeful as she connected me with The Global Foundation for Peroxisomal Disorders. It was the avenue that led me to more families like ours.

Unfortunately, I quickly learned how different life could look for our family. No one could say for sure how long we would have our son Gideon. Children with peroxisomal disorders die for SO many different reasons; therefore it’s hard to give a life expectancy. Most parents were told what we were finally told after hospice ended- the average life expectancy for our child is 2 to 20 years.

Living intentionally

As we celebrated Gideon’s 1st birthday in 2014, I realized how precious this milestone was for our family. With each passing day, I knew I wanted to make the most of the time I had; not only with him, but also with our oldest Laynie. I wanted them to have as much time together as possible.

So I approached Kevin about homeschooling Laynie. Like most husbands, he was not too excited about that idea. He was still a teacher in the public education system and I had left teaching in 2012 to stay home with Laynie. He told me he would pray about it and even attend a homeschooling conference with me. So in the summer of 2014 we attended the Texas Homeschool Coalition Conference.

It was eye opening. The people we met were all so… normal. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I clearly had some preconceived notions about people who were homeschooling their children. We attended several break out sessions, visited every vender booth and talked to any parent who would give us their time. I finally purchased a curriculum called My Father’s World and we never looked back.

So here we are

As I reflect back on that first conference, I remember the reason why we began this journey in the first place. I just wanted Laynie to know her little brother well before he died.

Now that we are 9 years in (plus two additional kids), the reason why we homeschool is different. We don’t do it for fear that we will one day bury our son. We do it because we love it!

Homeschooling has given us the freedom to come and go as we please. When my children struggle with a concept, we don’t have to move on quickly because of time constraints. They sleep in and have extra time to pursue what their hearts desire. If our curriculum doesn’t work, we find a new one that does! The real life experiences they get are endless & our classroom is not bound by four walls!

There are many reasons why we love homeschooling; but our favorite is that we are teaching them God’s word. And that doesn’t just happen during Bible time. It’s ongoing throughout our day. The opportunities to apply what we learn from scripture are innumerable.

Deuteronomy 6:6-7 says “And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise.”

Homeschooling allows us to do this to the fullest! And as we head into this 9th year, I’m grateful that we get to do this at all. When we started this journey we were a special needs family of four on a teacher’s salary. The numbers didn’t make sense then, but God provided. I still struggle with insecurity & patience, but God is continually faithful.

If you homeschool, what is your WHY?

Christmas 2022

It’s hard to believe this is our 9th Christmas with Gideon. After his diagnosis, I never thought we’d get one Christmas with him; but here we are celebrating the birth of Christ for the ninth time with our little man!

I’m not gonna lie. This Christmas was rough. Kevin and I were up till 1:30 am getting all the things ready. Like usual, we waited until the last minute to assemble ride toys & electronics. But it’s never been that big of a deal…. until this year. Unfortunately for Kevin, Nya’s ride toy might as well have come from IKEA. Kevin spent hours building that thing from the ground up. Meanwhile, the new electronics proved my age and left me feeling uneducated.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

We laughed while saying all these things should come with a disclaimer on the box that says, “Estimated assembly time- several hours.. Do not attempt on Christmas Eve!”

We were asleep for just over an hour when Gideon woke up with a dirty diaper. Did he go back to sleep? Nope. Not until 6:30 am. The word exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe us at this point.

Of course our other children were up around 8 am. Praise God for Laynie! She made the littles Christmas pancakes (red and green with whipped cream and sprinkles), giving us an additional hour of sleep. God knew we needed her first in the birth order! Could you imagine if Josiah was our oldest!? Lol.

Christmas 2022 was the first Christmas we opened presents without Gideon present. He slept till noon and we felt bad making the other kids wait for him. Plus, he still doesn’t grasp the concept of opening a gift. He hates the feeling of paper and would much rather just be held. So it worked out.

Nevertheless, guilt (and fear) hit me hard as I watched my babies open their gifts while Gideon slept in. It was a visual reminder of what Christmas will look like one day, when Gideon is gone. It’s not a thought that enters my mind as much anymore because Gideon continues to defy the odds. But every now and then, especially when deprived of sleep, my mind goes there and I have to remind myself of the promises of our God.

“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light & momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

“You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you because he trusts you.” Isaiah 26:3

“For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.” Hebrews 13:14

The truth is that none of us are promised tomorrow. Even though I may think Gideon’s life is shorter than most, any one of my children could be called home first. It’s why we love big every day. It’s why we seek reconciliation and forgiveness quickly. It’s why we make the most of Jesus as well as every single moment we have, whether it’s a holiday or not.

Jesus is the reason for the hope that we have.

Lord, teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom. -Psalm 90:12

Mother-Son Dance 2022

The daddy-daughter dance rolls around every January and for the past 2 years Josiah has expressed how “unfair” it is that he can’t go just because he’s not a daughter. 😂

So you can imagine my excitement this year when I realized that there is a Mother-Son Dance, and apparently it’s every September! So this past weekend I had the opportunity of taking Josiah for some much needed one on one time.

He ran back and forth- playing golf, dancing and snacking. He finally got tired enough to get his face painted. Then he played more golf and did more dancing. The funniest part is when he picked his tattoo. I didn’t have my glasses so I didn’t see the tiny writing above his choice of hearts. (I honestly thought it was a squiggly decorative line.) As the guy was airbrushing the hearts on his hands, he asked me, “You don’t want the Bad Girl airbrushed, right?” I almost spit my drink out! Obviously I didn’t see that! Everyone around the table had a good laugh.

And while we had the best time ever, my heart was conflicted because we didn’t take Gideon with us. I bought 3 tickets with the intention of taking both boys; however Gideon hadn’t been feeling well and about hour before we left, Josiah asked if it could just be the two of us.

My heart was broken for both boys. Kevin reassured me that Gideon would most likely rather have time with me in the hot tub later and that Josiah would benefit from my full attention on the dance floor. I couldn’t argue with that. Nevertheless decisions like these seem minor to some, but are hard for me as a mother.

Balancing the needs of multiple children is tough and when you add in a child with special needs the weight at times feels unbearable. I’m thankful we serve a God who carries us when we feel overwhelmed.