Thursday, August 06, 2009
Only one kid bucked me this morning on the collar shirts, I didn't give in to an argument, just reminded him that I'd remember this disobedience when he asked for my help at some point. Go ahead and defy authority, I already know the end of this story.
A short post this morning as I need to go with Sarah so her surgeon can release her totally healed from that emergency appendectomy that laid her out last month. I get the fun job of entertaining her children.
My kids were fussy, tired and full of imaginary aches, pains and boo boos that can only be soothed by mama yesterday, after an entire day spent trying to act normal in a world full of white, privileged children who have their eyes on the prize.
Sarah, a product of that world long ago, although tempered by her experiences in the New Orleans Free School, plus a few years of Montessori, now determined to take each year step by step, homeschooling her children, was cemented in her decision yesterday just watching my kids disintegrate in front of her eyes. Having me as a mama also encouraged Sarah's independence and creativity level, I suppose, as I was fresh out of the 1960s at that point in my life, when society had been turned on its head.
I'll defend public school to my last breath as we have an awesome system here in our county. My Catholic sister-in-law, Mary, once remarked decades ago that she was surprised at how well Ellen, Jim, Gary and I turned out, since we'd been public school kids versus the parochial ones. "And all y'all got into such good colleges...." left unsaid might have been, "Who knew?"
But nowadays...I do see the virtues of homeschooling, private schools and religious schools. Public schools can stifle an individual, I often was either bored or terribly unchallenged as a child, retreating to library books for entertainment and education.
Our county has done everything humanly possible to help my children, all square pegs for a variety of reasons, struggling to fit in the round holes of conformity that don't quite fit us for so many reasons - traumatized, labeled, unstable, angry, sad, and on and on.
Yet Daniel, now finishing up at UGA plus serving our country in the Army, down at Fort Stewart for a few weeks, texting Yolie and I early this morning about his scholarship that he'd won plus his Army responsiblities nearly makes us both explode with pride. Daniel thrived within our school system, picking excellent friends that he later roomed with in college, making wonderful choices plus playing baseball and football for years after once being a very trauamatized child his ownself. I wish I had the key...