A blog-acquaintance of mine just put up some musings about homeschooling and asked about a particular curriculum she’s thinking of using for her kiddos. It got me thinking. Schooling is one of those topics that can turn mild-mannered Christian parents into red-faced UFC contenders in the time it takes to say “unschooling.” It’s ridiculous, and I see why it makes people so neurotic — even once you’ve decided on public or private or home, you still have to choose between classical! Montessori! Charlotte Mason! Waldorf! And then curriculum! Do you go for the tried-and-true Abeka even though it’s KJV-only? Or Sonlight? Or Veritas? Or one of those online accreditation things? Or WHAT? And then methodology — five days a week, 8-3, nine months a year? Or something else? Dedicated school room or kitchen table? Or picnic table? Or the table in your RV? No wonder so many threads about homeschooling end with people getting all capsy and BUT YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG! WROOOOONNNNGG!
That reaction? Is all about pride.
So I was amping up to do a thundering post about pridefulness in schooling choices, when it hit me: I am just that bad about my “stuff.” People who watch Glenn Beck. People who send their kids to school with a can of spaghetti-o’s for lunch three days a week. People who use the N-word. People who tell rude jokes about Obama. People who roll their eyes at women who want a natural birth… All those people just get my blood pressure going.
And that reaction is ALSO all about pride.