This is a guest post from Kristin Hill Taylor. She lives in Murray, Ky., with her husband, Greg, and their two kids – 6-year-old Cate and 3-year-old Ben. She can often be found trying to beat her husband in Words with Friends, playing games of Settlers of Catan with her best friends, listening to her daughter’s stories, reminding her son to be careful, or texting her friends. She believes in taking road trips, living in community, and documenting real life. You can keep up with her at www.kristinhilltaylor.com.
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I argued with my husband about where we would send our kids to school before we even had kids. I should have known then not to say “I will never send my kids to private school!”
I was raised by a public school teacher and a public school principal and spent every school year from kindergarten until I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in journalism in public school buildings. My aunt was a high school English teacher and my grandma worked for a board of education – both in public school districts.
Certainly, I would raise the next generation of public school students when I had kids.
But, of course, making plans for my life has never really worked. Most every time I’ve said “never,” God has said, “How about this?” He’s led me on paths I never expected and some I never thought I wanted.
My daughter recently finished her first year of kindergarten – at a small, private, classical Christian school. And she’s looking forward to first grade there. I didn’t even know what classical meant educationally speaking until the year before we enrolled her. But when the principal – well, she’s called the head of school, but, you know, I was raised in public schools – described the school’s philosophy and mission and introduced me to the curriculum, I sat there listening to her sum up my beliefs about education that I hadn’t yet been able to put into words.
Since becoming a Christian as a public high school junior, I’ve slowly realized God doesn’t fit in my box. He wants His truths to transform every area of my life – including my kids’ educations.
Yes, we chose a Christian school and my girl has memorized scripture and sang hymns. But she’s also started learning how God created the world (science), how God is a God of order (math and logic), how he loves all the diverse people in our world (geography), how God communicates through the Bible (reading) and gives us the gift to communicate through others (speaking and writing).
In kindergarten alone, she’s learned to read, started telling time and counting change, alphabetized lists, learned about other countries, and discovered she likes art much more than gym. The classrooms have centers and small tables with chairs. There is lunch and recess.
Some elements are similar to what you’d find anywhere else, but the heart and philosophy are different.
I want my girl to be a thinker and problem solver. I want her to learn reading, writing and ‘rithmetic, but I also want her to be transformed to become more like Jesus. She’s already learning that God has a place in our everyday moments – something we’re praying she learns at home and at school. We’re so encouraged that what we’re trying to teach at home is being echoed in her classroom. They take standardized tests – this is school, folks – but they also encourage the students to trust God.
Y’all, I was determined to send her to the public school down the street from my house. It’s a good one with high test scores. She would have excelled there because she’s the kid who was made for school. But God got ahold of my heart. He convicted me to start questioning the long-term meaning of why we do what we do.
Enrolling our daughter in this still small school that was only a few years old and absolutely nothing like I had personally experienced was a step of faith for me. Yes, it was a good kindergarten school year for my girl, but it was also part of this momma’s faith-building journey.