My plans last summer were beautiful. This was to be the last year my oldest son was a part of my classical homeschool, after all it’s his senior year. It’s also my youngest child’s first year homeschooling. He’s four.
I dreamt of mummifying a chicken with all my children.
Guess what! Plans change.
Instead it became obvious by October that my homeschool was no longer meeting my oldest son’s needs. What can I say. Tapestry of Grace at the rhetoric level had become easy. He was no longer challenged.
At the same time my awesome family invited him to visit each and every one of them as an 18th birthday present. So off my son went on a 6 week jaunt around the country before entering the local community college as a dual credit student.
He’s thrived. Did I say thrive, he’s done totally awesome! He’s now on the student senate, the Dean’s list, and keeping up with his blog.
But I still didn’t get to mummify that chicken.
Then my second son and I sat down this winter for a long chat. He laid out his goals, his dreams, his concerns. We changed his schoolwork to accommodate his long-term plans.
While I don’t believe a 5 year old should have a say in her education, I firmly believe a 17 year old should. He’s on the verge of adulthood. He has a good idea of what he want to do with his life.
So now I’m sitting here with my two oldest sons slowly moving into their adult lives and out of my homeschool.
My classical homeschool is transitioning into a new season. It’s a glorious season full of dreams and promise.
My 4 year old stomps around the house doing his t-rex routine. My 5 year old is learning to read and play piano.
My 12 year old is in the middle of the dialectic stage and learning critical thinking. My 15 yo and I are having wonderful discussions.
But my children taught me that time is short and I waited too long.
That chicken never did get mummified.