This week has been one of those weeks where my emotions have gone from elation to fear to peace—and then back again!
It is time for Jack to head to school. In the past, I was determined that the only way he was going to do school was with me by his side (meaning: home school). I am, however, beginning to understand that there needs to be a break between my son and I.
His power (both physical and emotional) is getting stronger…
So, I looked in to schools. The public school near us would be OK, but he would be labeled as “Other Health Impaired” and a list of other things…meaning he would only hang out with the other kids for recess (which he can’t really do much of) and PE (same thing). I looked in to private teaching–I don’t know about you, but I don’t have an extra $25,000 hanging out of my pockets.
And then we stumbled upon “special school.” This school is super tiny. There are only 3-4 kids in each class. And they are all special.
Don’t think I jumped on board right away. Actually, I canceled our appointment to go visit.
I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t force myself to walk in to this school and enroll my son.
Why?
Because…
A)I don’t want to?
B) I don’t want him away from me?
C) I don’t trust anyone else (heh)? I don’t want to admit to myself that I’m paying for school now since he won’t probably ever go to college?
D) I’m too emotionally charged about it right now to make a good decision?
E) All of the above.
What do you do? What works for you? What doesn’t?