Look, there are a lot of reasons people have for teaching their own kids. Many of them are good and compelling. But, for me, most have faded over time. I see my kids growing up and I think, They were always going to be OK.
And, anyway, homeschooling is hard and can suck the life out of a person, especially a person who used to carry a planner. Our warm educational fuzzies have grown a little threadbare during these middle years, and the tender platitudes that used to spur me on now find me with my fingers in my ears and, you know, maybe rocking in my bathroom.
But, so help me, there is one thing that hasn’t changed–and that is my need to go slow through this life. It turns out that a poet crawled into my head and, having rattled around there, came back and wrote a poem that exactly describes my Actual Real Reason for doing this life the way I do.
by William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
That’s my reason, folks. What’s yours?