So now, the plan is out.
I have shared the news with my first graders, my students’ parents, and my colleagues that I am reducing my hours in order to focus on my own son’s needs. It feels as though a giant sloth has been pulled from my broken, tired back! The journey to this move was long and emotional; many of you have seen the reasons in my postings over the last couple of weeks.
BTW…my views per day have never been higher and I think it is because many of you are experiencing the same frustration or you are worried that when your child is old enough, you might need to borrow some of my very words! It felt really great saying “Dicktator” on my site and during that phone with school administration.
The interesting thing to me is the fiery response that this news, and articles that I posted leading up to this decision, has brought.
So far, it hasn’t come from family or friends. It hasn’t been the school community that I have been a part of for more than two decades.
It has been strangers.
I get it. When I open myself up to the blogosphere, I am inviting criticism. I welcome debates and if you knew me in real life, you would know that being part of my family requires good debating skills. What surprises me was the anger, the name calling, the jumping to huge conclusions about my family, my son and me.
My regular readers and virtual tribe, have been amazingly supportive and encouraging. They have shared resources and generously given of themselves to share where things went right or wrong in their own experiences. They understand that homeschooling wasn’t our first choice, but due to unforeseen circumstances, it has become the only choice for right now. As an elementary teacher myself, I appreciate and value public education…when done well.
I’m excited about having a bigger influence over how my son feels about himself and his day-to-day life.
I’m excited to have the opportunity to focus on the strengths and the interests instead of the struggles.
I’m excited that the tears and begging and feelings of dread have already started to subside; honestly, who wouldn’t be?!
Here is what I know for sure. The personal decisions that parents make about their children seem to strike a nerve with others. Maybe it is because we are all working so hard to do what we think is the right thing for our family, that we begin to question the choices that are different from ours? Maybe it is human nature to categorize things into “good” or “bad” piles. Maybe there is a part of the anger or name calling that is really inwardly directed because you wished you had done it differently. You regret not moving fast enough. Maybe?
No regrets here!