If there’s one thing I’ve learnt about parenting – aside from having tissues and wipes on hand ALL the time – it’s that even when you think you’re doing the best for your child, or you think you’re making the right choices, there is always that doubt that you’re not. There’s that doubt that the decisions we make will mess you up, steer you off course, or not be of the most benefit it can be.
Whenever we consider what school to next send you to, I agonise. I agonise over what would be best for us, and I agonise over how it will shape you, and whether the school we choose is indeed the “most right” for you for now.
Am I overthinking this? Probably. Am I overscared? Absolutely. But for now, I’m resting in the hope that we’ve got it right, that we have decided on a school for next year that’s “best” for you, that holds our values, that won’t let you fall through the cracks, that will protect, educate and empower you in the best way.
We chose this school less about what it looks like on paper and in photos, and more for its holistic approach to education, a mixed student body, a credo that includes “Be kind to others”, and a focus on things other than academics and sport.
It feels right, but who knows? There’s always the doubt. I realise there are other schools, and I realise that if things go awry, we’ll simply look at other options. But my little dude, I hope it’s as good as it can get, and I hope we’ve made the right choice. Right now, I’m as certain as I’ll ever be. Which only says a little bit.
Feature image via Ida Frosk
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