This is the second time this week or fortnight, I can’t remember. It’s from worry I think. First there’s the worry about G’s education. In the normal course of events he would have just finished his year at nursery and be beginning the summer holiday then starting full-time school in September. But of course I took him out of nursery after three months and there shall be no school. It’s all on my shoulders, and I worry that all the reasons I am home educating for are a bunch of bull and I am actually going to damage him. I worry that the small argument I had with the local home-edders means I will no longer be welcome and so G will have no friends like him. I don’t honestly think they would ostracise us, it was fairly mild, but I flounced and now I worry. The thing about no friends like him came up because he’s started regularly playing with kids on the street, two of whom are 4. He says B used to go to school but doesn’t anymore and is “homeschool LIKE ME!!” and he’s so happy about it. But as they’re only 4, who knows the truth, it’s more likely B has just broken up from nursery, more likely that than there being another child of the same age on our same street not going to school.
My second worry is the age old, things are so wonderful right now so there must be something terrible about to come along. I know it’s not real, I hate having it. I don’t believe there is anything out there ready to kick me down (or build me up), life just is.
Interestingly, I think one of the reasons I think life is so fab right now is this blog! Doing blog posts makes me focus on the good in the day, and using photographs means I can just easily scroll down and see past days and the happy memories are evoked.
I do think good things come out of my bouts of insomnia though, inspirations and decisions seem to come more easily in the quiet dark of the night. And also, things I mean to pursue are saved from the distractions of everyday living, such as tonight’s find! G is a sofa bouncer, and recently he’s been doing more physical things on it, including taking a run up to it and diving over the arm into a forward roll, and after seeing Marcelo the knife-jumper yesterday he was gearing up to do a backflip! I do discourage him from such activities and explain why (all about the neck) but he always manages to get something in before I can stop him! Now, Marcelo did do a talk about learning to do gymnastics with a trained teacher. So what have I just found! Yes, there’s a gymnastics centre very close by and it takes children aged 4! I have been wanted to get G into something for a while, but ballet was Saturday morning and that’s not practical for us, and karate and cubs don’t take them until age 6. So I’ll be on the phone to them tomorrow.
Homeschooling is a huge responsibility, you do right to worry about it…
Does your dislike of the ’system’, balance out and put up a convincing fight against all the experiences and learning G will get at school? Educational or otherwise? If it does, then push on!
Ballet!?!! Take that little Nephew of mine to Gymnastics, He’ll be good at that, I have no doubt.
As for being forgetful, thats steadily increased for the last decade for me!
))) Write notes and leave them in key places. ;o)
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You know you are prolly going to spend most of your life worrying about him! And you are going to have to make big decisions as well both you and FP together.
Only hindsight is 20:20 so you have to keep going forward with the conviction that what you are doing is the right thing to do.
Always be willing to take advice and guidance from people who have been there and done it and come out the other side, you can learn from them.
And you are not an island, you have a loving husband and a supportive family who are willing to give advice whether or not they have been there and done it ;o)
I wish I could have done gymnastics
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Cool about the gymnastics! I hope that works out. I think parenthood=second guessing yourself. I feel the same way, just about other things. As for waiting for the shoe to drop, I hear you on that. I would love to break that cycle as well…
Aww, Tayta, I didn’t know you wished you could’ve done gymnastics. I was telling FP that G certainly doesn’t get it from me, I couldn’t even do the handstand where someone else holds your legs!
Thanks, my peeps!
It’s true, I will worry about the decisions, and I’m sure, knowing what I know of home-ed, that if we’d ultimately decided to send him to school I would probably just be worrying about the down sides of that.
Every parent worries about the path they choose. Just remember that the decision is not set in stone–and can be changed along the way.
My little guy (5) does tap, ballet, gymnastics and Irish dancing–his calf muscles are putting his dad to shame!