Somebody asked me over the weekend why I always sign my blog posts “Love wins.” I thought it was pretty self-explanatory, but I guess it maybe isn’t. It was not enough to explain to my friend that I wanted to end things, always, on a positive note.
“But what does it Mean?”
It means lots of things, and all of them are important. Mostly, it is quite likely my biggest belief in life, quite possibly learned from my mother’s example of “Be sure your children know you love them and everything else will work out.” Possibly it stems from my love of the common fairy tale, in which, every time, love wins. Perhaps it is derived from my own life story, in which finding Martin and having a family with him has shown me the true power of love.
But what does that mean to me, love wins? Some people believe good always wins. Some people believe evil always wins. Some people think there might be some kind of give and take, sometimes good triumphs and sometimes, unfortunately, it’s the other way around. Some people believe it is light, or dark, or kindness, or cruelty that tends to win. Even within different religions, these beliefs are held forth. In my experience of watching the world–the universe–and how it works, I’ve come to a conclusion that I fully believe. Love wins. Every time. Maybe not in the ways we hope it will, but it always wins. It lifts us up, it makes us strive to be better, it softens blows, it carries us. It generates kindness, compassion, empathy, understanding. It is truly the most powerful force we have at our disposal. There’s a reason the Bible tells us to love our neighbor and Confucius tells us, “What you do not wish for yourself, do not do to others.” When we love each other, we give everything we have to treating each other right. We make sacrifices to see each other smile, however fleetingly. What, I ask you, is more powerful than a smile?
Well, love is. haha
“But what,” my friend asked, “does that have to do with homeschool?!”
See, as I said in Friday’s post, none of the moms or dads I know who homeschool come at it from anywhere but a place of love. I homeschool because my job on this planet–since I chose to have children–is to love them fiercely, raise them up to be productive, gentle, loving men, and make sure that while they are under my charge they are shown a world blown wide open with possibilities. I don’t want them placed in a box where they have to live up to expectations or a reputation which might stymie their dreams and abilities. When Martin and I decided to homeschool, we did so with all the love we carry in our souls.
When you, dear reader, decided to homeschool, you did so with all the love you carry in your soul. So love won. Again. Always. When I spend hours trying to winnow the complex history of China into a doable lesson that touches all the relevant points, I am loving my children so hard they ought to pass out from it. (haha) When I, who am not a math genius, come up with games to help Littlest get his multiplication memorized in a way that is fun, love is Winning in this house. When you are trying to decide which curriculum to use, how to afford a field trip that will cement a lesson, whether to join a co-op, you are showing your children that love wins for them because they are the most important thing in your world.
In so many ways, we homeschool parents ensure that love wins on a daily basis. That is not to say that other parents don’t, because I know some awesome parents whose children attend public or private schools, but this post is about homeschooling. We don’t get paid for this job. We rarely even get Praised for this job. We slog along, letting love lead us, Because We Love. We are paying so far forward by doing this thing that our great-grandchildrens’ acquaintances might feel the ripples. We are casting such love into the universe that it is expanding, in part, because of us. Our children are expanding. Because. Of. Us.
So again, what does “love wins” have to do with homeschool?