I, on the other hand, am not so concerned. It's so nice to not be so concerned. I am not counting down days until I send my son to his first day of preschool. I am not purchasing a Spiderman backpack or 6 Kleenex boxes for a classroom. I am not looking forward to a bus to come carry him away, or a teacher to meet and adjust to. I am not looking into downpayments, or any payments, to a school who has decided what will or won't be taught to my son. And I'm not looking forward to my son being gone 4-6 hours a day, every other day or whatever the new schedules suggest.
I am, however, very muchso looking forward to educating my son. I am wholeheartedly looking forward to our relaxed mornings at the dinner table reading from a children's Bible and going over the Fruits of the Spirit. To not have to rush out the door is a blessing in itself! I want to be the one to correct him when he's wrong or makes a bad choice. I want him by myself to help shuck corn at the grocery store or pick out the biggest cereal. I am looking forward to him reading his books by himself for the first time and knowing I played a role in it. After many hours of pronunciation and asking "And what sound does 'd' make?", you do have a great sense of pride in it. I am looking forward to making goop and playdoh of different shades and scents. I am looking forward to using our math manipulatives, especially the marshmallow shapes. I am looking forward to him being home to play with and help raise his baby brother and new baby sister. To have him miss out on his siblings would be devestating. Plus, to have him miss out on listening to his sister's heartbeat while in utero would be a disappointment as he would be missing out on a family event.
|"That's my baby sister?"|
"Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6
And I wouldn't have it any other way.