I’ve been thinking a lot about character lately. So for this week’s Monday Memories re-post, I thought I’d pull out a post from our first year of homeschool. It recalls a night when I was reminded what homeschooling is really about for us.
Originally posted May, 2011: Get On The Bus
We just finished watching the PBS American Experience episode, Freedom Riders. Ezra fell asleep around ten fifteen, but he was riveted until he could no longer keep his eyes open. Zach made it all the way ’till eleven, shaking his head in disbelief the whole time.
At one point, I looked over and asked Zach if he thought he could board the bus knowing that he might be beaten or killed. “Maybe,” he answered after giving it some thought. “They were brave.”
Then he leaned over and threw his arms around me and told me he loved me. I spent the rest of the night praying I would be worthy of that love – in part by raising men who would get on the bus.