







At the time, the "wigwams" were old and pretty run down, a bit cold, and contained a couple of jumping crickets that were almost a deal-breaker for me (eek!), but I have learned that since then, the historic village is under new ownership and has been completely renovated. Hopefully that means they got rid of the crickets.
But anyway... the next morning those of us who actually slept (the kids) were up bright and early and ready to go to Kentucky Down Under.
The Australian-themed park did not disappoint. From the reptiles to the dingoes (but no jumping crickets!), we had a great day. We learned to dance like Aborigines, throw a boomerang, and call to a Kookaburra. We petted wallabies, touched reptiles (er... at least the kids did), and fed brightly colored birds from our hands in the aviary. And the cave "down under", Kentucky Caverns, was one of the most beautiful caves we've ever seen.
Kentucky Down Under is only a couple of hours from Lexington, so one wouldn't have to spend the night in a somewhat cold, cricket-inhabited wigwam (though it certainly is a fond memory now). April is homeschool month, meaning the tickets to Kentucky Down Under are deeply discounted for homeschool groups, no matter how small (even just one family)! My "kids" and I are thinking about going back to repeat the entire experience (even the wigwams).
Wanna go with us?


“Yes,” I reply with a smile.
You see, those were the days before that question made me automatically wince, when Gary was still a pleasant kid who charmed everyone he met, before his TEENAGE years hit.
Unbeknownst to me they’d shown up just a few days after he turned thirteen, and on this particular day they were getting ready to crash right on top of his unsuspecting mother full-force.
She crossed her arms and pursed her lips while she went on to tell me his behavior in her class was unacceptable. He’d rolled his eyes at her, and she was considering having him thrown out of the co-op.
I was a brand new homeschool mom of less than a month. This was our second day at a homeschool co-op which I and my kids loved. I was flabbergasted and horrified by her words.
“I’ve...um...never had a problem with him before...”
“Public school...right?”
Okay, to get the full effect of this statement you have to pinch your nose and say it in a very condescending tone while holding your chin about an inch above its natural position. Go ahead. . .try it and see how it sounds. Now you get the picture.
Wait...there was more...
“At the risk of sounding like a homeschool snob...”
And she went on to sound like a homeschool snob while she tore down not only my homeschooling skills but my parenting skills as well.
I was smashed, flattened, disintegrated.
Keep in mind this all happened at a support group...a place one can rightly expect to find support. Right? Then why do so many people find judgment instead? I hear it over and over again. Good Christian homeschool moms being torn down by other Christian homeschool moms under the guise of “helping” them. Let me tell you, Ladies, it doesn’t “help”. It hurts, and it hurts a lot. Coming up on seven years later I am still smarting from it.
I do not want you to think I’m trying to deny that Gary was a rotten kid at the time. I’ll be the first to tell you we had a problem with his attitude we were working to correct. I just wish this incident had been dealt with in a kind and gentle way. More...Christ-like...so to speak.
I went home that day and cried for hours. I called every friend I had, which wasn’t many at the time but thankfully the ones I did have were wonderful. They told me I was a good mother, I could be an effective homeschool mom, all the things I needed to hear. I thank God for these friends because I might have quit homeschooling right then and there before I even got started.
Please, Ladies, pray hard before you approach someone about their children’s behavior. I know sometimes (especially as co-op leaders) it has to be done, but it can be accomplished in a loving way that makes it clear you care about the child and you care about the parent. Two of my closest friends never hesitate to tell me when my children have misbehaved and I appreciate it. Why do I appreciate it? Because I know they love me and they love my children and truly want to help. There is no threat of losing their friendship or even their respect. They only want me to be aware of the misbehavior so I can correct it in the child. It is actually a vote of confidence in my parenting skills that they think I will deal with the situation.
We as Christians are to love one another and bear one another’s burdens, not add to them. I know people who are truly Christian but who are afraid to be around Christian people for fear of “not measuring up”. Girls, it shouldn’t be this way anywhere in the Church but especially in a support group. We are there to help each other. Otherwise, we should just go home.
Besides, you never know what God has in store. A child you deem hopeless could be one in which our Lord sees great potential.
Case in point: two or three years later this same woman was overheard still talking (gossiping) about this experience with my awful son even though he apologized to her at the time and thought he was forgiven.
Thankfully my son was blissfully unaware of this while he matured and renewed his relationship with the Lord. Over the years he grew spiritually and now feels called to missions. I recently found this paragraph on his My Space site:
…I love God more than anything and I now feel that I am called into ministry to glorify him. I plan on attending a YWAM DTS in January...(Youth With A MissionDiscipleshipTraining School), if all goes according to plan. For you all that don't know, that is a 6 month school that prepares youth for missions and opens up doors for the mission opportunities…
I’m so glad God doesn’t give up on us when we’re thirteen, or thirty, or anytime at all, even if we’re misbehaving. Aren’t you?
God bless you and have a great day.
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