Our schoolwork has wrapped up for the year (save a few additional weeks of math work for my son). And while the winding down feels good, there’s a simultaneous gearing up. Which is freaking me out. Mildly.
Navigating our son’s high school years as a homeschooler means we’ll be enlisting the help of the community college as he begins his sophomore year in the fall. Which means an application process and transcript preparation and placement testing. It means overwhelm and holy-shit-on-repeat in my mind.
But, as I’ve written many times in this space, it’s a matter of doing things one at a time. Yes? Yes. And so I’ve been trying that. One thing at a time. Transcript, check. Student account setup, check. Steam clean the dining room carpet, check. Pour another glass of iced tea, check.
If you have experience with homeschooling in the United States, you know that it’s growing. You might also know that colleges and universities welcome homeschoolers. So I know this. But still, it freaks me out. To hold my son and the shaping of his education in my hands is a daunting task. And it’s not like this is a new responsibility; we’ve been homeschooling him since kindergarten.
And those of you who have your children in a traditional school setting…you are shaping your child’s education as well. Am I the only one freaking out? No, I’m sure not.
But when did college get so close? How did community college classes land on our doorstep so soon?
He’s taller than I; a check-up at the doctor yesterday told us he’s one-quarter of an inch shy of six feet. His feet are the same size as my husband’s. When I hug him, he’s solid. Solid. He’s funny and quick and smart. Athletic. Sometimes (yes, just the other day) he shows his tender side.
So I take things as they come. Which, really, is how I’ve always done it. You too? Yes, I thought so. Phone calls, appointments, tests. Steam clean the carpets which needed cleaning ages ago but whose cleaning suddenly seems super urgent (um, procrastinate much? why, yes, I do). Glasses of iced tea. Glasses of something stiffer too. And maybe a good sit on the porch steps. Yes, a good sit on the porch steps will do.
Care to join me??
Sending a little love your way, m