Friday, June 01, 2012

We are the soil (Part 2)

As some of you know I was very reluctant to send my eldest son to school. Alex is my close friend and a prized pupil.  Teaching him was a joy.  I missed all the books we would read together and all the creativity he brought to our school lessons at home.  I spent more time with him than anyone else in the last 12 years.  Therefore, this past year was bitter sweet.  I released him to learn in a different environment.  There were times he was puzzled by his talkative and inattentive classmates and I'm sure his studiousness puzzled most of them.   For so long I taught Alex that we master something before we move on and he being conscientious and hard-working continued the tradition. He is never content with 97 when he could get 100.  He loves to learn and has a fabulous memory for crazy, detailed things.  He is analytical and firm in his convictions.  I am so proud of the man he is becoming.  He is tender to God and self-disciplined. 

Well, Alex was the very last of the 120 students to cross the stage yesterday (being at the end of the alphabet requires patience).  He looked so grown-up and handsome.  He was ramrod straight and all I could think of is his comportment reflects his character.  He won't compromise his standards in a relative society.   Because of all the years of my investment in him, I was doubly proud when unbeknownst to me he was valedictorian. 

For all the derogatory comments I have received about homeschooling through the years, I delighted that Alex is a testimony that homeschooling works.  He came into the school reading harder books, working at a higher level of math and significantly more mature and thoughtful than his peers.  I had one person who kept asking for Alex's transcripts, because it seemed they had a hard time believing he could do so well without ever attending "real" school.  People are constantly shocked that a home schooled kid, who doesn't have the classroom advantages their kids had, can actually attain more in a shorter period of time.  My premature baby, who didn't talk till he was three, has done things late, but always well.  He has been a tortoise among hares.  And I am proud of his work ethic and integrity.  And I know we are entering a new period of life, because when I asked Alex to do a chore the other day it was so out of character when my young man quipped, "I'm sorry, your call has been disconnected."  I laughed, because, of course, yesterday's telephone operator is out mowing the lawn today.

1 comment:

Jane said...

I understand your feelings...As we know, the homeschooled child has opportunities that are totally unrelated to the school classroom. And these can be wonderful the long run. I was so very proud when I watched my sons win academic achievement awards in observe the work ethic we cultivated in our years at home come to fruition in their professional lives...It was worth all the hardships and dealing with naysayers.