knowledge.

Whenever I think about sending you off to school, my stomach turns to knots. I mean, the whole concept in it's entirety seems strange when you think about it. We trust someone we don't really know with our children's education. We send our kids off for eight hours a day, they're taught what the school thinks is important for them to learn, and then they send 'em back. Whilst all the while the parents haven't a clue about whats going on in there. I suppose if you think about it logistically, it's necessary for it to happen that way. Parents work, children go to school. However, this just doesn't seem right to me. (Which is ironic considering I chose teaching as a career). I made you. I feed you. I care for you. Shouldn't I be the one to teach you? I want to teach you how to read and write. I want to take you on field trips and to teach you about the dinosaurs and how big a blue whale is. I want to show you how to make shapes and multiply, and I want to be there when every lightbulb goes off in your head each time you learn something new. Shouldn't you and I decide together what it is you want to learn about? (Aside from the necessary basics, of course). I can't tell you how many times I sat in school thinking, "When am I ever going to use this?" And to tell you the truth, I've only taken about ten percent of what I learned in school with me. I don't want you to get the generic, run-of-the-mill education, spit out of the school system feeling like you wasted the last fourteen years of your life. I want you to learn about things that interest you and in turn discover your passion. I want you to want to learn.

Homeschooling might just be in the cards for us, kid.
We'll see where life takes us.

I love you,
Mama