Yeah, he is probably a good candidate for homeschooling – worked a treat for Thomas Edison, dinnit? – except for two things: firstly, homeschooling is thoroughly illegal here in Germany. Secondly, and even more insurmountably, it takes a certain kind of parent to homeschool, and I am definitely – ooo look! Something shiny! Is it edible? Anyway, where was I? Also, what day is it?
It frequently occurs to me to let him fall. I understand that an education is fairly important, but even these days, it’s not the only path to success and/or happiness (in case you’re curious, I define “success” as “not long-term unemployment”). He is his own person, and I really would like to let him find his own way – I hate trying to stuff him into this mold. But you know what, about having kids? There’s no do-overs. If something we did turns out to have been a mistake, we can’t go back and do it differently (whoops, I broke his self-esteem, and double-whoops, I can’t fix it), and paths to success that do not involve formal education are getting fewer and fewer.
When he was a toddler, he really really wanted to fling himself down the stairs, and I didn’t let him. I don’t know if throwing away his education is the same thing, but I can’t really risk it. So I have to tread this middle path between letting him be his wonderful and unique self, and getting him through the school system with good enough grades to have a reasonable range of options afterward. And I have no freaking clue how to go about it. Hell, I can only keep my eyes on the prize as long as nothing sparkly pops into my range of vision.
Well, keep on reading, and I’ll let you know how it goes. If nothing else, perhaps I’ll be able to serve as a horrible warning.
Oh, and Laume, if you’re reading: What does Sam say now, about that period of his life? Just curious.
Song du jour of the day: Fields of Gold, by Sting. See? Sparkly!