I recall like yesterday going to our local Walmart, school supply list in hand. Backpack. Notes book. Crayons.
Those 95+Crayola boxes always caught my attention, but my mom always reassured me that the 8 pack would be sufficient.
I wanted ALL the colors though. The box with 8 had the essentials, but I wanted more than just plain old “blue”. I wanted turquoise for the ocean and navy for my denim jeans. Plain old blue just wouldn’t cut it.
Leaving discouraged after buying the simple box of crayons, I would pout on the ride home and then forget all about it while I excitedly filled my backpack with all my new supplies. Off I went to school Monday through Friday, August to May. I learned a lot about numbers and the building blocks of abcs and a little about real life.
It’s been 10 years since I graduated from public school. I can count on my two hands the number of times I’ve seen the people I grew up with 13+ years in those 20 x 20 brick rooms. Thanks to Facebook, we are however still able to keep tabs on each other.
Thankful is the word I would use for each teacher who invested their time in myself and my classmates over the years. With this being said though, I think most of my teacher friends would agree that there are more shades of blue than just one in a box of crayons. The same goes with children, seeing how there are multiple personality’s in which our children can possess when it comes to learning.
Each child uniquely made, not all gifted with the logic smarts that it takes to ace those standardized test the schools are mandated to issue each year by our government.
My experience with public school was fine. I managed to skim by with a few As, mostly Bs, and some Cs to keep my standing to participate in extracurricular activities. However, I wasn’t engaged. Living selfishly for myself I would make statements like, “When will we ever even use this?”

Usually our teachers agreeing, would respond with, “Yah, well I’m teaching it anyway.” It was during those difficult to relate to topics where I found myself daydreaming about riding a horse and whether we would drop the baton in our relay race in a few short hours, rather than the words that were in front of me in my book.
PS I was 23 years old in nursing school when I realized I learn best when reading out loud. By now my husband should know all about what’s required to be a nurse from my hundreds of hour of out loud story time.
What if we didn’t have to learn all that unneeded “stuff” while in school though? What if we weren’t under the authority of the government? Being told what should or shouldn’t be taught.
What if the Word of God was our user manual to raise up our Children. Their education coming directly from what’s written in Gods Holy Word. What better history is there than where it all first began?
Teaching them the fundamentals of how to grow a plant from seed, bake a cake, change their oil, and drive a nail.
Incorporating science in with the microorganisms found in the dirt and the mechanisms that go into making a motor run. Math is seen in full affect while mapping out dimensions for a house, hanging windows, and cutting tile for your bathroom floor.
How can we get back to the fundamentals of life?
I believe the only way this will be possible is by teaching our children ourselves. No longer putting this task on individuals who I’m sure with the right intentions are however not allowed to teach what they themselves believe is fundamental to harvest healthy and God honoring future adults.
When my eyes were opened to this reality, it was a sad day friends. My lifeboat was shaken. Thanks to our Lord Jesus I have a solid rock to still stand on. Doesn’t mean I don’t sometime need a life raft thrown out, but He will ALWAYS sustain me. He is ALWAYS faithful to provide.
So if you agree that there is more than one shade of blue, I’m sure you’ll agree that no child is created the same. Each fearfully and wonderfully made.
How can we prepare our children for their futures that lie ahead? More importantly, their eternities ahead.
It starts at home. Where love is planted and God harvests when He and He alone sees it fit.