Saturday, August 27, 2011

Growing Up

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 I admit it, I've been hiding. Not from the blog, but from certain facts of life. Like that fact that I'm the mother of a pre-teen, and the fact that my child is only sixteen months away from being officially considered a highschooler. Yes, you read that right. It's a horrifying thought isn't it? For me anyway, not for him.
When the realization hit me a couple of months ago I laughed about it, for about thirty seconds before I ran inside the pantry to cry. Now, I know your'e wondering why I do all the crying in the pantry instead of in my own bedroom closet, but there's a theory to this madness. My bedroom has two closets. One has no room to get inside of it and hide. The other one is the first place the kids look when I'm missing and I don't shout from the depths of the bathroom, "Be quiet and give me some privacy for two minutes, will you please!"
The point is, there was no hiding from this realization and it caused a lot of scrambling on my behalf. Not for what to do with him when he hits the official sixth grade level which is when children start high school in my neck of the woods, but rather the things he needs to learn over those four years. Oh that's right, I said four years.
Now, if you live in America and have done your math right you've just realized that my child will wrap up highschool by the time he's done with tenth grade. Yes. You're right. Are you panicking with me yet? After that my child can choose to go to a public institution known as a college {not to be confused with a US college} to get higher education. Or, we can choose to keep him home for a year and then he could take a year off and get a job or do a million other things before proceeding with University.
Either way, I'm having a really hard time envisioning the entire thing. Or is it that I'm trying to ignore the facts that are still staring me in the face. In fact, I think they've gone beyond staring at me and starting sticking their tongues out at me while screaming, "Na-na-na boo-boo" at me.
Needless to say I've spent a lot of time over the past month or two doing a whole lot of research on what options Morgan will have and what he may, or may not, need to now in order to get into university. He has high hopes of following through with that, and if he doesn’t like his first idea for his occupational future then he’s even got himself a backup plan.
So, while I’d like to close the door firmly and pretend this isn’t happening, I think I might have finally reached a point where I have accepted that it is happening and like it or not I’m going along for the ride. The upside is, there's a lot of people who've walked this path before me and they are all full of ideas, information, and support. In the meantime, I've agreed to go back to my semi-normal, non constantly freaking out self. That sounds good, doesn't it? xth grade level {when children start high school in my neck of the woods}, but rather the things he needs to learn over those four years. Oh that's right, I said four years.

Now, if you live in America and have done your math right you've just realized that my child will wrap up highschool by the time he's done with tenth grade. Yes. You're right. Are you panicking with me yet? After that my child can choose to go to a public institution known as a college {not to be confused with a US college} to get higher education. Or, we can choose to keep him home for a year and then he could take a year off and get a job or do a million other things before proceeding with University.

Either way, I'm having a really hard time envisioning the entire thing. Or is it that I'm trying to ignore the facts that are still staring me in the face. In fact, I think they've gone beyond staring at me and starting sticking their tongues out at me while screaming, "Na-na-na boo-boo" at me.

Needless to say I've spent a lot of time over the past month or two doing a whole lot of research on what options Morgan will have and what he may, or may not, need to now in order to get into university. He has high hopes of following through with that. Remember, he wrote to Lego to ask what he needed to know in order to get a job. On top of that, he's also figuring if that idea falls through he might do something down the engineering line because then he could take things apart and put them back together again.

The upside is, there's a lot of people who've walked this path before me and they are all full of ideas, information, and support. In the meantime, I've agreed to go back to my semi-normal, non constantly freaking out self. That sounds good, doesn't it?

2 comments:

Kylie said...

Oh I feel your angst. I think you may be 12 montsh ahead of me or that may be more because of where you live but I feel it none the less :-)

Carports Kits said...

Anyway welcome back. Thanks for sharing it.