I am in a choose your own adventure book. But unfortunately this one I can’t go back and re-read it and take a different route to find out what could have happened. And I can’t cheat and peek at the chapters ahead so see what will happen if I go with number 1, 2, or 3.
Nope, I have to choose, and then I have to PRAY. Pray that I made the right choice. We do this all the time, right? That’s life.
When we chose to move to Hawaii it was a leap of faith. A dream. A hope for the best. A tad bit (haha) of anxiety and a crossing of my fingers, toes and eyes that this was the right choice.
Actually scratch all that. We did it because in my mind, it was 100% the right choice. I had to commit and believe, truly believe, that it was the right choice. Otherwise, doubt can creep in and take over and everything can fall to pieces. At least that’s been my experience. Don’t let the doubt in…go away doubt!
Fast forward to today. We’ve been here for three years and I am now faced with a new choice in my book of life. But this new choice that I have to make isn’t for me. It’s for my son.
I have to decide where he is to go to kindergarten next year. To start his academic career. Where each steps is like a ladder and can and will take him in a certain direction, much like in candy land. I’m just hoping the spinner lands on the right color and he never falls down the slide.
To say the least!
Do we go with private school and sell organs to make it happen?
Or public? I was a public school kid up until I went to college, but times and location were different. Every single public school that I went to was an award winning public school. I was extremely lucky. (and so were my parents…)
Public schools here are forced to take part in “Furlough Fridays”, where kids CANNOT go to school on Friday’s because the government thinks this is the best way to save money…yes they are literally TAKING education away from our kids to fix their own mistakes. This doesn’t help the already tarnished reputation the Hawaii education system has throughout the country.
And it doesn’t help me in my usual defense of how public education can be just as good as private (if not better…ah the diversity!) After all, look at me, and my sister, and brother and friends and and and…
I want to give my children the absolute best. To set them up with any and ALL tools to succeed. So it seems an easy choice right?
Now we just have to figure out what organs we can live without to make it happen. My hair grows really fast, maybe I can sell it. That should cover the cost of uniforms…or maybe one shirt for his uniform.
Question for you…
How did you decide where to send your kids to school when the time came?
I am totally stressed out. I really hope I choose the right path for my kids….after all there’s no going back and re-writing this book called LIFE.