My Homeschooler Goes to High School

My eldest son went to high school yesterday. His first day of 9th grade was his first day in a traditional school setting. He did great, and I did better than I had expected. I had thought that I would cry when he walked out the door, and anticipated worrying about him all day…but I was wrong. None of that happened.

The sky didn’t fall. The world didn’t end.

My 14 year old went to high school, and it was surprisingly normal.

We were certain in this decision, and that helped. We researched schools, and talked to a lot of people before deciding that this particular school was the one for him. He’s excited about the emphasis on his becoming trilingual, and that he will graduating high school with an Associate’s Degree in International Business. I’m thrilled with the no nonsense attitude of the principal, and that the teachers really want to be there.

His beaming smile at the end of the day told me that this was absolutely the best thing for him. The crowds of people feed his extrovert soul. I know what a relief all those people can be after a long time alone.

On the ride home, I listened as he regaled me with tales of his day. I must have looked a little misty eyed because he said, “I’m still your kid, Mom. It’s just time for me to start growing up.” I smiled at him and nodded, because he’s right.

At the next light, he leaned over and side-hugged me. “Thanks, Mom. Today was easy because of you. Everything you’ve taught me has prepared me for this.”

….and I prayed that he was right.