Yesterday was a sunny afternoon so the boys spent a few hours running around the yard with (SUPRISE!) weaponry, while I gardened. A passing neighbour asked if the boys had a day off school.
"No, we homeschool." I said.
"Oh. **long pause** Really?" was the response.
"Yes. But we are normal. We're not even Christians. We're not loons. We don't hate science. Mr Wrath doesn't have 4 other wives. It's just me! And our totally normal children who do totally normal school in our TOTALLY NORMAL HOME!"
Like a three-legged unicorn trying to open a bag of Junior Mints, I am magically awkward.
Despite my inability to succinctly explain why we homeschool, I'm not ashamed or uncomfortable speaking about our decision. I merely lack the conversational adroitness to express it in a neutral, breezy tone of voice. I'm afraid people will assume I'm a Michelle Duggar-esque, anti-educational, pro-fundamentalist dogma misfit. When I attempt to establish that I'm not a freak, I come across as an anti-Christian, anti-teacher, quasi-libertarian who is judging other people's educational choices. I'm none of these things. I'm just awkward.
To sort out my thoughts, I composed a "Homeschool" page for this blog. See it's up there on the "tab" menu at the top of the page! What if I print off copies of that page and hand it out to anyone who asks about homeschooling? That wouldn't be awkward, would it?