Nobody Said It Was Gonna Be Easy
We’ve only got a couple of school days left before Christmas break. In Sally’s case, before ‘break’, period. Christmas or otherwise. Our journey towards homeschooling has begun. The school knows he won’t be returning and I am in the process of getting my shit together so that we can get started right after New Years. I’ve begun gathering materials and resources to get planning done over the holidays so as to not be completely flying by the seat of my pants! This is undoubtedly one of the biggest and hardest parenting decisions we’ve made thus far (other than sending him off to school in the first place…)
However, of course after a lovely week of fun, games and concert, on our way to the bus this second to last day,
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“About what?” Knowing full well what he was getting at.
“I don’t want to be homeschooled.”
“You know it’s a done deal, bud.”
“But I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to.”
“Well, we can talk about it later. But the bottom line is that this is something we’ve all already decided. We can’t go back and forth like this. Just wait ’til we get started. I think you’ll like it better than you think you will.”
“Hmm-mmm.”
Saved by the cheese wagon.
It is a done deal. While his attitude today was a bit of a blow to my enthusiasm and certainly inspired more than a tinge of doubt as to whether or not I’m doing the right thing for him, my commitment remains unwavering. We’ll make it work. We’ll make it fun. It’s what he needs right now.
Because, Goddammit, I’m your mother and I know what’s bloody good for you and I friggin’ well said so! Suck it up, little man!
