Oh hell no.
I thank the gods of no internet back then that my mother didn't learn HE existed once my father left and she changed so much from who she used to be.
Cos.. from the get go she'd have been attracted to the not having to cope with the daily rhythms and demands of school (uniform cleaned x 3, getting up early, coping with school correspondence etc.) like a shot. And she is very impulsive. We'd have been de registered before anybody had time to draw breath, let alone plan a way forward.
It would have become radical unschooling all the way as a cover story for releasing herself from all the responsibilities she didn't like, and blaming us for "not choosing to learn knowledge and skills" if we ended up with huge knowledge and skills gaps. Also it would have blown up (to unbearable levels) her self-flattering, internal vision of herself as artistic, free-thinking and avant guard.
We could easily have become emotional hostages for life, drowning in The Hoard alongside her.
I don't hate my (estranged) mum, despite how all that sounds. But she has a lot of issues and employed very effective, horribly damaging, strategies to make us her emotional minions. The idea of us 3 being trapped in that situation full time with no respite via school (which none of us particularly liked) makes my blood run cold. Especially when it comes to my younger sister, who went through a period of school refusing phobia. She has a science PHD and is a massive real world success. But she was a sad and broken little girl, who would never have become what she is today if the Pastoral care team hadn't been so brilliant at handling my mum's constant hyjacking of their strategies.