I always feel smarter after talking with AnneMarie. Uh, let's try that again.
I always feel smarter after listening to AnneMarie. She's my really smart, level-headed, disciplined and intelligent friend who is always very tolerant of me pretending to know what I'm talking about.
She home schools.
I don't, because I'm selfish. But I've thought about it.
So I talked to AnneMarie; because she's smart; and because I get a little nauseous every Monday through Friday knowing I have just handed my children to the influence of those who decide what is acceptable and normal within their own bounds and not mine. And I've just put them in a place I can't run to fast enough if they should encounter flying monkeys.
It's going to get worse, you know. The influential monkeys.
So when do you decide? When do you decide to shelter them from the unacceptable, as defined by me? And why does the word shelter have a negatvie conotation? It means protect, doesn't it? Webster says so.
Do I allow my kids to play in the tornado, and hope it makes them stronger? Because it might. They may think real hard and figure out how to make a lean-to out of Dorothy's barn. Or they might just get swept away and end up making deals with a looney wizard.
I don't want them to. Get swept away.
I want them home.
But do I really want to homeschool?
I better teach them how to make a darn solid lean-to. You know, for shelter.
I'm not being all doomsday, just prepared. There's a storm comin'.