This past spring, my son played baseball for his former Christian school, and we were all in the school office one day, standing quietly apart, after a hairy day and a few more arguments than usual. Right then, the school secretary asked my kids point blank, “So, do you like homeschooling?”

I couldn’t escape. Thoughts of the failures and awkwardness of the last two and a half years flashed through my mind. Blood rushed in my ears. I knew that I was busted, that in one second everyone would know that it was all a sham, that our homeschooling experiment was only a demonstration of my selfishness. I was “ruining my children’s lives,” as one family member had told me.

What could I possibly say to reassure them at this moment? It didn’t matter; I only had time to turn my face away as my kids piped up in unison “We love it!” and then proceeded to elaborate!

I don’t remember what they said. I wish I did, but I was busy choking back tears.

This homeschooling adventure was no failure, no consolation, no trial period. This was no mistake, and it was no decision of mine. God had preserved my children and me for the best Biblical education possible—that which comes through true, close relationship with Him and with each other as the best possible teachers and career counselors.

How exciting it is to recognize, in the fabric of my children’s lives, the thread of God’s careful weaving! As I plan year number four—tenth and eleventh grades—I know that Christ’s strong relationship with us and ours with Him will continue to protect and guide us victoriously through those seasons of struggling to trust Him, through singleness, ridicule, awkwardness, doubt, lack, and geometry proofs. And to Him be all the glory, because I sure couldn’t have done it alone.

Heather Berryman is a blessed single mom, thankful to God for the privilege of homeschooling her two favorite people, son Ian (16) and daughter Shaene (15), at the foot of beautiful Pikes Peak, in Cascade, Colorado. Heather is a relentless artist, perpetual learner, expectant writer, compulsive encourager, habitual inventor, militant movie fanatic, and failed dust bunny herder.  She can be maligned or praised at hberryman.8@gmail.com.