I’ve been contemplating graduation ceremonies. I have always felt conflicted about them. When I graduated, much to my mother’s chagrin, I wasn’t interested in marching. Our school was big! My class was big, all I imagined was, so many kids, so many names and so many people. I am an introvert, after all. I also felt it was hypocritical. I seemed to me that I hadn’t really done anything, high school was easy for me. All I did was what I was supposed to do and had I not, I would have been in trouble.
I realize that context is everything and it is not always an easy thing for children to do. It has varied meaning for varied folks and for me in various circumstances.
My nephew is quite the young man. He has faced so much adversity. He was raised by us all. His mother was mentally ill and died when he was in 7th grade of an accidental drug overdose. Following that his cousin/brother, my son died, his father became very ill and my father, his grandfather, died.
He loved public school for a very long time but eventually the stress overwhelmed him. He needed to heal his heart and that was taking more time than public school expectations would allow. He began homeschooling his sophomore year and that is when I asked him, who and what he wanted to be.
“I just wanna be that cool skater dude who’s been through so much and never touched a drug. I wanna be an example.”
Noah has always been deeply spiritual and reflective. Always loved exploring faith and symbolism. Whenever we did ceremony at home or spiritual reflections he was always the first to answer questions or offer his thoughts so it was no surprise that he wanted to attend church. He needed a regular dose and the big feels of community worship. He is a social kid!
They became his extended family. They supported him through it all, picked up where we left off and gave him a safe space to share and not have it complicated by our struggles or feelings. They have given him scholarships to camp, paid for his mission trips and given him a place to grow and develop. They probably have no idea how much of his homeschooling was from their support and expectations. That is where he learned public speaking. It’s where he became a youth leader and worked with children, learned collaboration and responsibility. It’s where he gained friendships, found his girlfriend and found a reason to be an example. It took dedication because he was the only Christian in our family. We practice more traditional indigenous spirituality.
So there it is, he is an individual and we have done our best to honor that. He learned to love homeschooling but sometimes longed for some of the traditional experiences of public school and he sometimes felt confused by the questions of well meaning adults who had different ideas of what success looks like and requires.
My children who have been unschooled now for 7 years feel like graduation is strange for them. They usually ask questions like, “What will change? I am going to keep learning just like I am now. When I want to learn something I’m going to find the way to do that.” My oldest homeschooler chose not to acknowledge his graduation. Didn’t even want a party. That felt strange even to me! Isn’t there some sort of mile stone? Some sort of rite of passage?
Where and what is that, if not graduation? What is the natural rhythm?
For Noah, graduation mattered and although we had conversations about it, considered requesting permission for him to march at his old high school, asked about a party…his answers maybe didn’t match his needs and we didn’t really know it till his church family stepped in. They created a small ceremony for him. And suddenly we all knew what it meant for him, for his dad and for all of us to mark the occasion.
Without a traditional educational paradigm, where do you think the natural rite of passages are?