I have been absent for several days. My humble apologies.
In some ways, I've felt as if I have nothing important to say. I have no major epiphanies, no major insights, and my summer so far (halfway gone now!) has passed by in such an uneventful manner that your IQs would decrease immensely if I were to blog about it here.
But I think today I may have something to report on. Today we attended church (two Sundays in a row!), and the service was titled "Freedom = Slavery". Usually, when I am listening to the pastor speak, I try to fit the sermon's message into a context that means something to me...because frankly, the Bible usually doesn't.
So, during the service, I began to think about everything I consider a freedom that might also be construed as an enslavement.
1. Food. So many supermarket choices to the point of stress.
2. Clothing. It's great that I get to wear what I want, but I am also limited by my gender, my age, my profession, etc., and the limitations that accompany each.
3. Speech. Yes, I can say what I want, but it comes with conditions.
4. Cell phone/cable service/insurance company etc. Ooh. Companies competing for my business, and I have the freedom to choose. Awesome. However, having freedom to make all these choices mean I have to research the best one. Suddenly, I am a slave to information.
And there are many more, I have no doubt. The issue is very complicated, because no, I don't want to give up my freedom. But, the word 'freedom' has lost its meaning, and people bandy it about meaninglessly. Here are two specific examples of how I am meeting 'freedom' head on.
* We are back on the no-restaurant kick. First of all, we've spent far too much money on eating out. Second, Brent and I have not lost those extra pounds we gained in Alaska...so maybe omitting restaurants will provide the impetus for weight loss. It's time to get back in the kitchen and the habit of meal-planning. So, yes, we're taking back a little control of our nutritional health.
* While I've enjoyed the freedom of educating my children in the way I want, I have not taken full advantage of what that really means. As a public school educator, I always wondered what happened to students (especially males) between elementary (when they were so excited to learn) and high school (when they definitely were not). Now, as the parent of a middle school child, I knew. The non-rigor of a middle school classroom. My son had two study halls a day, which he did not need. He was a grade ahead in math, but was bored silly in some of his other classes. He was frustrated at the time he spent in a seat, all day long. He was frustrated by classmates who did not take academics seriously. Frankly, he was becoming mediocre. The public school system is set up to meet the needs of the students in the middle...not my son's.
And really, we have the time, we have the financial stability, we have the resources, why shouldn't/couldn't we do something about it? The laws here in America allow me considerable freedom to educate my child - so why am I letting someone else do it? It concerned me (now more than ever, really) that my son disappeared into a brick-and-mortar for eight hours a day, and I had no idea of exactly what happened in there, academically speaking.
And so, in light of all these questions and discussions and ruminations, it is very highly likely we will homeschool our oldest son next year. Who better to educate him than I and his father? I can't say what will happen for sure or how long we'll do it, it's just going to be one year at a time.
There, that's my bombshell. I've actually wanted to blog about it here several times in the last couple of weeks...but I wasn't feeling it. I don't know why. Perhaps admitting it here now really, truly makes it a reality...instead of a hypothetical situation.
Scary stuff, this being free thing.