Tonight marks my last night as the parent of a public school 2nd grader. Tomorrow, we dive head first into home schooling. This was somewhat of an abrupt decision on my part (those who know me will not be surprised by that fact). Our seven- year-old daughter has Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD). She needs regular proprioceptive input in order to feel balanced during the day. Too much nervous system stimulation and not enough input means she comes home from school ready to erupt like a bottle of shaken soda. She was beginning to have tummy aches and head aches from the over stimulation or from the anxiety around knowing that she was likely to get over stimulated and end up with an ache of some sort.
So after missing two days of school for what I decided (and confirmed with her occupational therapist) was anxiety about going to school, I determined that we needed a change. And in typical me fashion I had researched curriculum options, joined Facebook groups, determined what businesses offered home school days, created a daily schedule and begun shopping for items for the “classroom”, which doubles as my office, all in about 48 hours.
With the excitement of a Christmas morning my daughter sat down at her new desk, opened her new markers, crayons, scissors and glue. She looked through the books I’d gotten for the classroom and inspected the drawers of construction paper and notebook paper. She asked when we’d open the butterfly garden and how early she could wake me up in the morning so we could begin school.
I am terrified that I will screw this up. I know there will be days when I question my choice to home school, the program choice, the amount of work we did or didn’t get done, the book we read, or the worksheet I picked. But for tonight, I am going to try to let her enthusiasm wash over me. I will carry that excitement into tomorrow as we embark on this new journey of learning and time together.