7 years ago, when we were a few months away from our oldest child starting Kindergarten, we decided to homeschool.
We committed to one year at a time. Sometimes it was just one day at a time. We would ask, “Is this working for Ethan?”, “Is this working for us?” For the last 7 years, the answer was clear.
One year at a time. One lesson at a time. Before you know it, the little boy who couldn’t write his letters very well, was reading Anatomy text books. (And still struggling with writing legibly)
Last year, the discussion shifted. As we looked ahead, it seemed like the end of 6th grade would be a good time to make a change.
Ethan will be attending a small Christian school this fall. How do I feel about it? I’m guessing I feel just like a million other moms do when they are weighing the pros and cons and trying to figure out what is best for their child.
After praying about it, we’re moving ahead with the choice we think is best.
I have mixed feelings. I’m not concerned about Ethan’s ability to keep up academically or make friends. He is going to do well, but we will miss having him at home. We’ve done everything together. It’s the best and the worst part of homeschooling. We have irritated each other. We can drive one another nuts, but along the way, we found our rhythm and have enjoyed the time together.
In 12 weeks and 3 days, I’ll be dropping Ethan off for his first day of school. I’m doing this first day drop-off thing 7 years later than my peers. I’m guessing that following him around with a camera isn’t cool when you’re dealing with a 12 year old. I might try it anyway though.
Here’s to the parents who are making brave choices- choices that lead us to pivot or to stay put. It’s going to be alright.