The Honor Of Being A Homeschooling Dad

A Homeschooling Dad?

Is the second look question that most family and friends gave when I decided to leave my job and work from home. It has been such an uplifting change, that I did not expect this to enlighten me, the way that it has.

We plan and God plans...

it is said if you want to make God laugh tell him your plans. Lol... well I know the Most High had a gooood hardy laugh when he saw my layout. I thought I would continue to make attempts at saving up enough money to come home and aide the Mrs. in our homeschooling efforts for our 5 and 3 year old. Even though every effort to save was always shut down due to something being needed here or there, you know robbing Peter or paying Paul, same old story.

Well enter child #3... and this was the game changer, 

We had a home-birth again, as we have done with all of our children. This one was different though a whole new level of commitment to the purpose in our lives had taken over our minds, bodies, and souls. We chose to free birth this 3rd son that God has blessed us with. Our 2nd son was born unassisted as well, but that was only because the midwife arrived late, and our 1st son was born with the great midwife that trained us to do what we felt prepared to do (All that is a whole separate blog... coming soon). The feeling of literally birthing your children into the world is a life changing experience. Having children alone is a remolding of your being, stepping into the realm of creation as the MOST HIGH intended, but to be the only beings that are in contact with your new extension of existence, your vessel of eternal life  is unexplainable. The power that every birth has given me  has been detrimental to my existence and strength. I realized  the 3rd time was the charm, so to speak. Unlike the first two births, I could not... WOULD NOT... swallow this power back down and fall back in line to working the week to week, bill paying only, exhaustion of my families important years that we call a J.O.B. (J.ust O.ver B.roke) beckon me back to the illusion that we mistake as security.

I FEEL AS THOUGH I MYSELF WAS ENROLLING IN HOMESCHOOL... 

The feeling of dependency on the 9 to 5 did die a slow death to begin with but the reward of being at home with my quickly growing sons really smoothed out the transition. It has just been a couple of months since I last attached myself to the cubicle shackles that are called Headsets, but the freedom that I have begun to relish in, is a womb for all of my greater works to be born from. I am so thankful that this opportunity to be at home schooling, growing, and loving with my family was set up in my life path. Allowing myself to really benefit from the confidence and faith that it took to step out of the predetermined existence we all have set upon us, will certainly make me the Husband, Father, Son, Brother, Uncle (all other hats I can fit within sanity... Lol), and   HOMESCHOOLING DAD that the Universe has set for me to be.

Peace and Blessings, #Be Empowered