As I slog on towards the end of the school year, I am once again faced with the dilemma of whether or not to stick with the (free) online school that we have used for the last two years. I went through this debate last year and truly struggled with the decision…Stick with what I know, or go for what I would love to accomplish?
Honestly, the curriculum through K12 is impressive. My kindergartner knows his continents. My first grader is studying Greek gods. Last week, we learned about Monet. They know the word "solfege." They are learning a lot.
But I hate dealing with the school. I hate being told I’m not my sons’ "teacher," but their "learning coach." I hate feeling like I can never deviate from the plan because I might get a "truancy" letter. I hate feeling like we’re missing a lot of the joy of learning because I’m so hung up on getting through the curriculum.
People who spend a lot of time around us become aware, sooner or later, of the fact taht my husband thinks that I am a bit, um, Twitchy? High strung? Overly-cautious? Oh, wait, I know what he calls it…NEUROTIC. My husband thinks that I’m neurotic when it comes to the living things under my care. I tend to see most of my "neurosis" less as a negative thing and more as, oh, common sense*. (This is the part where I remind anyone who cares to listen that none of our children has ever lost a tooth on MY watch.)
And while there are times where I certainly wish that my husband would be slightly more *neurotic, I frequently remind myself that he is an intelligent adult and keep my mouth shut.
Then, there are times like last night.
Last week was my birthday. I am now thirty-three years old.
Let’s start with my feelings on that.
First, I have given it much thought, and I have come to the conclusion that I still qualify as being in my EARLY thirties. This is because when you first turn 30, you are THIRTY. Just thirty. No early, mid, or late thing going on. From there, the rest of the decade is separated into groups of three: 31-33 are EARLY thirties, 34-36 are MID-thirties, and 37-39 are LATE thirties. So, this year, I am still in my early thirties.
I don’t have to feel older until next year.
On the other hand, I have spent the week pondering the fact that Christ’s ministry lasted from the time he was thirty until he was crucified at age 33. And then I think of my past three years. And I feel WAY behind. Except for that part where I made two people. That definitely counts for something.