Seth loved Kindergarten. He loved his teacher, his friends, the things he was learning. He did fabulous and had fun.
First grade came and he was thrilled, so were we. He got into the new charter school right around the corner from our house. He could walk everyday and excelled beyond all of our expectations.
Then the curve ball came for our whole family. Our future was uncertain, we had no idea where we would end up.
When Jeremy got the job offer in Austin, Seth begged me not to make him move. He begged me not to take him out of his school. He begged us not to make him leave his very best friend, Holden. He cried, he bargained, he threatened and finally, he accepted.
After much prayer, we decided to homeschool him to help with the transition.
What I didn't realize was that it was only going to be the right answer for a while. It got beyond difficult. I couldn't keep up anymore. I struggled, I prayed, I bargained, I cried, and finally, I accepted. He was to go to Public School.
To say this transition has been difficult would be an understatement.
He begs me every morning to please not make him go.
After school he tells me he had a good day. But after dinner, it is a different story.
Last night he came to me in tears telling me that he just doesn't think this school is the right place for him. He doesn't have any friends in his class (yet), he doesn't understand the Math and when he asked his teacher about it, he said she just "blew up" at him.
Now, I know he is very vulnerable and sensitive right now. She could have been frustrated about anything, or just a little irritated and spoken to him with not the nicest voice in the world and he would think it was blowing up.
BUT, she could have also been really frustrated with him and really blew up at him. I don't know.
I emailed her and we are meeting next week, that will be good.
But for now, I am hurting for my baby boy. It is so hard to tell him that sometimes we have to do hard things and that is just part of life.
While I tell him he has to stick it out for 2 months, I am also telling myself the same thing. Two months and then he is mine again, and I can have him home to play and help me all day long.
What do you do when your kids are really struggling with something like this? Something that you know is the right decision, but is so hard. How do you do it? I need help please.