04/14/2026
I truly believed that fresh perspectives and new ideas could help shape where we were at, into something better—something stronger for our kids and our community. I held onto that hope for a long time. Unfortunately, that vision never became reality.
I showed up. I gave my time, my energy, and my heart every chance I got. I wanted to be part of something meaningful—something that made a difference. But somewhere along the way, it began to feel like the only thing truly wanted from me was financial support, not my voice, not my effort, not my care.
I felt as though my child was a number, that there were very few who truly cared for them. Those few who did care, I would never speak against them… they truly made a positive impact on my children, they even made a heartfelt impact on me.
I wish there were more of you!
However, I stood firm in what I believed could be better, even when it wasn’t easy. I lost friendships because I refused to give up on that belief. I kept hoping things would turn around—but instead, they only seemed to grow heavier and more disheartening. Gossip grew louder, drama snowballed.
It’s a hard lesson to learn, but an important one: when people show you that your value is tied only to what you can give them, you have to take that for what it is. Not what they say—but what they do.
Because at the end of the day, words can be comforting, but actions tell the truth every single time.
If I want time with my children, if I want them to enjoy life.. not be trapped in 4 walls for 8+ hours, we choose more, we choose homeschool!
I wish I had been more open to the thought of homeschool a long time ago.