Homeschooling Where the Air Force Sends Us

Homeschooling and the military life work well for us.

We all love lists, so I have 5 reasons why we love the combo of homeschooling in the military.

Homeschooling Where the Air Force Sends Us

1. We don’t have to be on any particular PCS rotation. A majority of PCS’s take place during summer to coincide with school transfers. We don’t have to worry about that. We can wait until school has begun again in the fall to PCS to our next station, and it makes our lives easier that we don’t have to stress about school. We can take a break or “school” on the road. Occasionally, we just have a longer time to travel to our next destination.

2. That whole “You Get to See the World” thing. While we haven’t yet had a tour in Europe or Asia as I would like, we have been to some fun US bases. I met my husband in Georgia, where I grew up. We spent a couple years in San Antonio, Texas. While we didn’t have much time there to see the sites (and I was pregnant the whole time), we did get to visit some amazing landmarks like the Alamo and Riverwalk and some beautiful country. We ate well of all sorts of amazing Mexican foods. It was divine. Then we got to live in Hawaii for three tough years. I know, but somebody has to do it! We got to see a volcano and gorgeous mountains and beaches. We went snorkeling and birdwatching. We had flora galore to inspect while we lived there. It was predominantly a different culture, and we loved it! We loved all the food, oh my. Malasadas, manapuas, poke, shave ice, and amazing rice served everywhere – even at Burger King! Now, we’re in Utah…and we haven’t even managed to go skiing yet.

3. You get a whole new perspective on missions. Georgia is in the Bible Belt. After I married, we didn’t stay there long. Then we moved to Texas, still the Bible Belt…not that there weren’t missions opportunities, but we didn’t hear The Call. We were busy surviving. While in Hawaii, we were in the minority in both race and religion. Many Buddhists, LDS, and other non-believers live there. We attended a very missions-conscious Independent Baptist church. Now, we’re in Utah, and I feel that we are here primarily to be a light in a sea of darkness. I have met so many lost souls here, both Mormon and not, who are just so turned off to anything resembling church. It breaks my heart. But an amazing thing occurs in the hearts of my children. I see them become aware of others who need Jesus.

4. You become family when there is none near. Some of my husband’s military co-workers have become our greatest advocates and friends. Others have come alongside us in our times of need when we weren’t able to fly home or have family visit us. In Hawaii, it’s a long way to fly to the mainland, so we often shared holiday meals with other families rather than spend Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter alone. And when you meet someone and realize they’re either currently active duty or retired, there is an immediate connection and camaraderie and mutual respect. {Our dearest friends right now are retired Air Force and we love them so much that we would consider retiring here in Utah, just to be close to them, despite the winter weather!} And this attitude helps my children to see that we’re all one big family in Christ and that we rely on each other and help each other.

5. My kids learn respect. I grew up as an Army brat. My dad was a Chief Warrant Officer. My grandfather was a Chief Petty Officer in the Navy. I married an Air Force officer. I never knew any other kind of life. My kids don’t know any other way of life. They don’t know what it’s like to not have full medical coverage. If we have any tiny little ailment, we can get a same-day appointment at the clinic and get it checked out and receive a free prescription. It’s a blessing, for sure. {And I know some military wives who find something to complain about this concept…smh} We shop tax-free at BX’s and commissaries (which came in mighty handy in Hawaii where prices are exorbitant!).  We get discounts at many stores for my husband’s service to our country. And my kids learn how good they have it when many struggle so much for these basics that we often take for granted.

But occasionally, Daddy has to go TDY for a long time or deploy for many months to someplace we’ve only heard of on TV and seen online. It gets lonely and we fear for his safety. We pray and Skype and get upset when he misses birthdays. But we understand why the separation is necessary. We’re patriotic and oh, so proud that he is serving to protect our freedoms that most of the world doesn’t enjoy. We tear up during the national anthem and when we see eagles and Clydesdales in commercials. We get a thrill when the boom of F-16s tears apart the sky over our heads. It’s the sound of freedom. We rush to express our gratitude and shake hands with wrinkled old veterans in their faded uniforms, handing out little paper poppies on Veteran’s Day. The sound of Taps being played for any reason chokes us up while at the same time warming our hearts that a soldier/airmen/sailor/Marine/coastman has done his duty.

My kids learn to respect patriotism and duty more than most. They are entitled to nothing. Everything that our family receives is a privilege that we don’t necessarily deserve, but that is paid for by the military service of their father, my husband. We pray that no military member ever pays the ultimate price for those privileges. But we understand that necessity and very real possibility and we have extreme respect for all military men and women – past, present, and future.

Comments

    • Jennifer says

      yes, the new churches are difficult for us. And we’re in Utah right now… hoping to get back East where it’s more familiar to me.