Ok, so I won’t go on and on about how I haven’t blogged….
life changed….things were hard…blah, blah, blah…love me or hate me, I’m here now. Enough said.
During my ‘absence’ a new development took place in the Chance household.
My oldest daughter, (now 13…holy toledo ‘I’m feeling old-ER’) is going to a local Christian school.
Yes, me, the die-hard home school mom actually agreed to this preposterous plan. Hmm.
Sometimes I wonder about myself.
Actually…it’s been the best thing for her.
Not necessarily the best thing for ME, but like I’ve always told you guys….
I so wish it was!
However, I started noticing that she was losing her ‘joy’……
not good for a 13 yr. old girl whose middle name should’ve been Joy.
Here’s the story.
She came to me in mid October and stated that she’d been praying for months about going to school.
She said she was praying about whether it was just because she wanted to be there,
or if God wanted her to go.
She also talked about being ‘bored’ and that is practically a cuss word for a home school mom.
How do you argue with that? Not very successfully, obviously.
After many talks, including one where I told her she needed to ‘do her homework’.
She needed to talk to a panel of her peers and find out the good, the bad, and the ugly about both sides.
Home schooling verses Christian school.
I also told her she needed to obtain wise council from adults that she knew and trusted
and that knew her….her pick.
I thought that was fair..to her and to me.
(No, I didn’t sabotage the process…although I was tempted!)
She had already talked to her dad who of course stayed ‘kinda’ neutral.
He was ‘for’ her going, but understands the purpose behind home schooling.
Alot of help he was…kidding.
So, my incredibly motivated, determined, smart, sweet,
and absolutely integrious 13 year old first born girl did what she does best.
Exactly what I told her to do.
I was impressed with who she chose to draw her guidance from….not biased…very honest and fair.
Within 2 days, she had made all of her phone calls, made all of her lists, and presented me with her case.
Of course, all the while I was praying…..after all, what’s a mom to do?
Ok, I admit it, I prayed WHILE doing the laundry, and the dishes, and the…..well, you get the point.
The result? I had more peace about her going to school than I care to say.
After all, MY plan…my BIG FAT PLAN was to ‘home school my kids all the way through school….
to go on amazing field trips and make school so absolutely incredible
that my kids would never want it any other way………….’
Needless to say, Kaitlyn started Christian school in November, uniform and all.
She made the A honor roll, and a 4.0 GPA her first semester there, cheering,
all the while still keeping up with her ministerial obligations at church.
Oh, and not short of that, my girlie made
Homecoming Queen for the 7th grade only 2 months into it.
So, who was I to get in the way? The mom who says it’s ‘my way or the highway’?
I always promised God, my husband and my children that
I would have an open spirit to what God wants for them….including school.
The result? A much happier 13 year old girl….much happier….which makes me happy….
even though I still cry about it every day.
Well, almost every day.
I miss her. Terribly.
But, like I’ve been told…it’s a part of life.
I still feel peace through my tears, though, and that’s what’s important.
Life takes turns, mama.
That’s why you should always wear your seat belt and have your hands at 10 and 2.
You never know when that curve is gonna come.
So, my ‘big fat plans’ changed……what else is new?
Here’s my girl as ‘Homecoming Queen for 7the Grade’ 2010.
Think she needs a paci?
……maybe not so much, mama.
Thanks for listening.
With all of this going on:
You’d think we wouldn’t have time for this:
Well, think again.
We rescued her on Friday with the intention of ‘finding her a good home’.
Well, with three weepy, already-attached little girls,
we decided to give her a one week trial.
Okay, fine, I’ll admit it. I fell for her, too.
(After all, she has my husbands long legs and my brown eyes.)
After only two days,
After searching for a reason NOT to keep her…
A vet visit telling us she wouldn’t get much bigger,
and that she has an amazing disposition,
there wasn’t a reason to be found.
She’s completely 80% house-trained, is just so sweet, crazy cute,
has the most beautiful face, and has captured all of our hearts.
Our five-pound friend is here to stay.
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