Homeschooling has brought so much joy and purpose to our family. But thereâs a quieter side to this life that isnât often talked about:
Sometimes, itâs lonely.
Sometimes, friendships change.
And sometimes⌠people disappoint us.
Whether itâs a friend who suddenly pulls away, a lack of support where you hoped for connection, or a careless comment that stings far more than it should, friendship in this season can feel tender. Complicated. Wounded in ways that are hard to name.
đď¸ âItâs Not Always About Youâ
Today, I found myself sitting with a truth that quietly settled into my heart:
Itâs not always about you.
So often, when someone treats us with coldness or carelessness, our minds go inward.
What did I do wrong?
Was I too much? Not enough?
Should I have texted first? Said something different? Been a different version of myself?
But hereâs the truth Iâm learning, slowly and gently:
Sometimes the way people treat us has far more to do with whatâs going on inside them than anything weâve done.
Hurt people hurt people.
Distracted people forget to follow through.
Overwhelmed people pull away.
And some people simply donât know how to show up in the ways we hoped they would.
đ Forgiveness, Even Without Closure
I was recently watching an interview with Kristen Chenoweth when she shared something that stayed with meâ
She said that when someone is mean to her in public, she looks them in the eye and says,
âI forgive you.â
And if they get angry, she gently follows up with,
âIâll pray for you.â
Thereâs something almost radical about that.
Not in a condescending way, but in a âthis is how Iâll keep my heart softâ kind of way.
Itâs not about being a doormat. Itâs about choosing not to carry what isnât yours.
Forgiveness doesnât mean you werenât hurt.
It doesnât mean what happened was okay.
It just means youâre not letting the weight of someone elseâs unhealed story stay strapped to your own.
đź Friendship in the Homeschooling Years
If you’re a homeschooling mom, chances are youâve felt the ache of loneliness at some point.
Maybe youâve longed for a deeper friendshipâone that understands the nuance of this life.
Maybe you’ve walked through subtle rejection or felt like the odd one out.
Youâre not alone. So many of us carry invisible stories of friendship woundsâespecially in a season where time, identity, and priorities shift.
But hereâs the quiet invitation I hear in it all:
What if we stopped blaming ourselves for every relational fracture?
What if we stopped assuming that being left out means being unworthy?
What if, instead, we said:
âThat hurt. But Iâm not going to carry shame for it.â
âIâll forgive youânot because it didnât matter, but because I do.â
⨠What We Can Do Instead
If this resonates, here are a few gentle ways to reflect and reset your heart in this season:
- Pause the Self-Blame
Ask yourself, âIs this really about me?â
And if it isâif there’s something to apologize forâthen do that with humility. But if itâs not, let it pass through, not stay with you. - Set Boundaries with Grace
Forgiveness doesnât mean access. You can wish someone well and protect your peace. - Pray for the Ones Who Hurt You
Not because they âdeserveâ itâbut because you do. Carrying bitterness is heavy. Prayer lightens the load. - Look for the Quiet Friendships
The ones that donât need to be loud to be meaningful. The ones found in shared library trips, or a knowing glance at co-op, or a friend who checks in without needing a reason. - Let God Fill the Gaps
He knows every ache, every unanswered text, every moment you felt unseen.
And He whispers: âI see you. Iâm not going anywhere.â
đŻď¸ A Final Thought
Sometimes the friendships we hoped for donât grow.
Sometimes people walk away, and we never really know why.
But it doesnât mean you are too much, or not enough.
It doesnât mean you have to twist yourself into someone else to be loved.
And it doesnât mean youâre alone.
So the next time someoneâs actions leave a sting, may you hear this in your spirit:
âI forgive you. Iâll pray for you. And Iâll keep walking forwardâwith grace in my hands and peace in my heart.â
With heart,
Patricia


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