Several months ago I wrote
this. In a nutshell, homeschooling had worn me down. I was feeling tired and burned out.
At that time, my husband and I talked and prayed, and talked, and I cried and went through all kinds of emotional upheaval. In the end, we decided to finish up the year and re-evaluate things in the summer. As spring came, a lot of my winter blues left and I felt a lot better about life. Things were better, but not perfect.
Now summertime is here and it's time to start planning for the start of school in just one month.
Jeremy and I have opened up the conversation again and he firmly believes that we need to look into putting the kids in school on a trial basis. Having said that, neither Jeremy nor I would ideally like to have our children in public school. In our perfect world, homeschooling runs flawlessly and everybody's happy. Unfortunately, this is not a perfect world. If it was, we would live in a 500-year old farmhouse on a vineyard in France for 6 months out of the year and spend the other 6 months sailing around the world on our catamaran.
So today, I called the school division and left a message with some guy who I hope will return my phone call after he returns from holidays and before we leave for ours.
I realize I am opening a can of worms here. No matter what conclusion I come to someone will be disappointed...so please be gentle with your comments. :-)
I am torn. There is a part of me that realizes that perhaps I need a break. Maybe I am taking on too much, particularly with starting university courses in the fall. That part of me recognizes that when I put aside my emotions and guilt there is potentially a lot of good that could come of this. Maybe this is something that our family needs right now. I also realize that this decision is not absolute...if things don't work out, we can always change our minds and bring them home again, or move and find a suitable private school somewhere.
The other part of me is kicking and screaming. The other part of me laid awake until 3:30 last night, unable to sleep and sick to my stomach. That part of me is revolting at the thought some stranger educating my littles for 8 hours a day. That part of me is already missing our hours reading together and seeing their little faces light up when they understand a new idea. That part of me is willing to let the other things slide, because I love teaching them. I really do.
The thing is, that it's not their education that's suffering. When we first started homeschooling we both said that if we ever came to a place where our kids education was suffering, we would not hesitate to put them into school. Now I find myself in a place where their education is not the problem. My kids are far ahead of the p.s curve. They love homeschooling and I love teaching them. The problems lie in other areas of our life...little things that have been neglected because my time is so divided, and now those little things are big things.
I feel like I'm failing myself and my family and our values. I feel inadquate because I can't seem to do it all. I feel like I'm letting go of something that we hold very dear.
On the other hand, this is just a trial and neither Jeremy nor I are totally sold on the idea that the school system is really what our family needs.
But what if it is???????