It seems like this past couple months have just gone by in the blink of an eye – wasn’t it just Halloween?
The seed to consider homeschooling was planted… I don’t know… maybe two years ago? Maybe not quite that long, but the point is, not yesterday. For some reason, over the past five years, God has seen fit to orchestrate those things that I have deemed “I can’t do it” or “I never would do that”… Doesn’t matter if it’s in my work life, my personal life, or whatever.
Anyway, Kaitlyn had always been very good in school – earning no less than mostly A’s, some B’s. In her fourth grade class, everything changed. The teachers were more aggressive, as were the kids. I spent oodles of money on a tutor just to keep her up in Math. But, more than academically, we began to lose our daughter.
Kaitlyn marches to the beat of a very creative drummer. The arts, literature, what I call “froofy” stuff is what she excels in. She has a flair for beautiful, and unique things. She is a daydreamer by her very nature. Boxing her into a neat little package would only create an instance of a box full of styrofoam peanuts exploding. I knew that if something wasn’t done to protect her very being, she would become a complete shell… she has been hollowing out for some time now.
Some of it, we bare the burden for… being too busy to listen, not being able to relate to her, not really taking the time to understand her. As millions of parents have over the course of many, many years. Toward the end of last school year, we said if things didn’t get better, we would explore homeschooling.
This year began… none of the other issues surfaced again, yet, Kaitlyn’s grades were extremely poor. Think D’s. Multiple conversations with teachers yielded little concern for assignments that were as much as four weeks late. More conversations over particular bullying practices, yet again, produced no change. Just before the Christmas break, I came to the stark realization that if we did not act quickly, she would not be entering her teen years in a healthy state of mind.
However, I couldn’t do it on my own. I knew that it would be pushing it to try and pull of the education of a child, plus continue to work from home. But, instead of saying “I can’t do it” (see above note), I said that I could do it. Why not? Phil is on board with the idea, and I know Kaitlyn will benefit greatly from his wisdom, his personality just as much as she will mine.
My girls are still young, but I feel as if I have missed a lot just in this small amount of time. I don’t want to look back and say “I wish I would have”. I want to be able to say I did the very best that I could do to make them into productive people, with a hunger for knowledge, and a love for God. Isn’t that all any of us can hope for?