Finding this blog is like stumbling over an old shoebox of pictures in the back of a closet.
Years have gone by and reality has taught me that the theoretical drivel of an over-eager graduate student doesn't always work out as hoped.
After homeschooling for almost three years, how do I respond to my previous self?
With love. We have made it this far only by trial and error.
And now, I am at another fork in the schooling journey. Yet, it feels like a precipice. Full of fear, I tremble at making a poor decision about my kids' schooling. Private school or more homeschool.
A private school offers them friends and challenges in friendship that don't exist at home. The quality of their education may be better, or worse, than I have provided. The point is, I won't have control over it.
Perhaps my control is what the kids need less of. Sure, I can provide the best education money can buy, but they will learn it all in my bubble, unquestioning and apathetic.
Looks like it is time to go to my "control booth" alone, and make a decision.
