Week-after-week I wonder what to write. And sometimes, I wonder if I need to write at all. Life has settled into a rhythm of relaxed living (read, sleeping hours depending on each one's personalities with little external pressures), less education (he does what he wants to do, with an occasional yell from me or my wife to do something leading to some output) and freedom (mom-in-law is worried he will become lazy, wife has accepted it as inevitable and holding me responsible for the whole mess, I am ambivalent).
I started homeschooling him because I wanted to slow him down. I also thought I would not compare him to others. But both these things take an emotional toll more on me than either him or my wife. I sometimes feel I fail him more than anyone else. But I am hopeful that I will learn better and come around to being comfortable with what I wanted for him.
I started homeschooling him because I wanted to slow him down. I also thought I would not compare him to others. But both these things take an emotional toll more on me than either him or my wife. I sometimes feel I fail him more than anyone else. But I am hopeful that I will learn better and come around to being comfortable with what I wanted for him.
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