Really, I didn’t see it. My mother’s jaw dropping to the table, the awkward elephant in the room discomfort from my brother and sister as if they were suddenly talking to a Martian. It’s been a bit weird really. Homeschooling seams quite normal to me, maybe because I hang out with a lot of home schoolers, well electronically at least and some IRL. Apparently it’s not really so mainstream as it seams to me.
Hubby thinks we need to come up with some talking points to explain, but I don’t really give two shakes of a rat’s backside what everyone else thinks. He does though so I guess perhaps I should give it some consideration.
I imagine this Martian amongst us reaction must be what large families run into, but I have to ask myself when exactly did the drinking the cool aid become so very fashionable? When did we become so homogenized, and who exactly set the American standard, and is it working? Seriously, if I’m the Martian because I want to spend time with my son, because he has some needs that only his Father and I can appropriately meet at this time, I have to ask, “How’s it working out running your kids to and fro to be cared for by others, while you see them for ½ hour in the morning and maybe 2 hours at night?”
So now I’m the odd one because I want to parent my son full time rather than part time. Oh well, I’ve been the odd one out before, like at every baby shower I’ve ever attended, it’s not new territory for me.
Yes, Mom, John, Cheryl, Renee, etc., etc., I’m confident the child will continue to enjoy the company of his peers on a regular basis, in fact his classmates are from around the world, he was chatting with some CLAA kids in Australia today, but you can bet your cool aid cocktail they won’t be his primary influence for 50% of his waking hours each day, and that will be a good thing.
St. Don Bosco, Ora Pro Nobis.