Named must your fear be before banish it you can

Struggling to find my inner-Yoda. I have told the boys all through our homeschooling journey that I would not stop them if they wanted to go to “real” high school. Of course, I’ve been very willing to share my thoughts on why I think homeschooling offers them more choices. But, but, but … the boys were not actually supposed to get close to high school age!!! THAT was the real secret to my plan. Danny will be in 8th grade next year and has started asking questions about high school. I have a sneaking suspicion that the abundance of girls might have something to do with it. How do I convince Danny that I WAS once a teenage girl and I KNOW that they are evil, unstable creatures whose only goal is to break his widdle heart?

We talked about it. Fortunately I had remembered to put on my poker-faced, zip-on mom mask this morning. (Side note, I have a friend who swears that Donald Rumsfeld wears a zip on human mask and when he takes it off, he’s one of those Alien lizards. I’ve not looked at Mr. Rumsfeld in quite the same way since.) Danny has over 1 1/2 years to think about this. In the meantime, I’m getting ready to purchase some reading material to give him some ideas of what his high school years could be like if he opts to “stay home.” But, ultimately, the choice will be Danny’s. Waahhhh. I feel so stupid for all the time I agonized over potty training, his 3 yr-old obsession with fish sticks and the fear that he might never grow into his ears. I should have saved all that energy. I could sure use it now.

(Random aside: GOOOOOOO GATORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My alma mater just won the NCAA basketball championship.)

So back to my panic attack … do I think anything bad will happen if Danny opts for “real” school? No. Honestly, I don’t worry too much about Danny. In large part, my panic is selfish. School will put a serious cramp in my life. They have a schedule. They have a rule about students not wearing pajamas all day. They don’t have spontaneous beach days. I truly love my booster-free, teacher-free life. To put it bluntly, Danny going to school is going to harsh my buzz, man. OK – panic attack is nearly over. It will be fine, right? Right? Eighteen months is a long time, anything could happen.

So I guess I can go back to just worrying about the upcoming school year and teaching Andy how to read. :::::sniff:::::::: At least one of my kids still needs me.

Posted on Monday, Apr 3, 2006, 11:47 PM (UTC -4)

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