I like August. It means September is coming, and autumn (my favorite season), my birthday, and a new school year begins. I have always loved school shopping and got so excited those first few weeks of school. The kids were gone all day and I got so much stuff done. And then after a few weeks, I would miss them. I would start to dislike the teachers who would pile on the homework. And the nasty kids. And the getting up at 7am, rushing around like a lunatic getting out of the house on time.
This year, I feel more content about it all. I have given my kids a choice as to where they want to be. W will get to enjoy the mornings with me and J, doing fun projects and going to interesting places before the school crowds get there. K should have a better school year since NLBG isn't in her class anymore. I will do my best to make sure her self-esteem, self-worth, and confidence remains fully intact. Middle school is difficult emotionally. She's such a good-hearted kid. I pray that she can take all that social bullshit in stride. And I know J will have an excellent year, reveling in all the incredible freedoms that unschooling bestows.
J will continue with dance classes, her first dance solo, and competitions. K wants guitar lessons and yoga classes - maybe basketball or softball. W will start Little League baseball in the spring and either soccer or dance (only if it's the cool hip-hop kind, he says, lol). He's very well coordinated and already has some good moves - including the jumping toe-touch. We'll see how it all goes.
Other than that, the show is going well. The girls are having a great time with it. Both are very comfortable on the stage. I guess it runs in the family since I did lots of theater years ago (brag alert: I was Annie Oakley in Annie Get Your Gun, Louise in Gypsy, and Tzeitel in Fiddler on the Roof to name a few)
and B is lead singer in a rock band
. So, the apples really don't fall far from the trees. J wants to do a lot more theater. K likes it but can take it or leave it. A couple of moms I was talking to yeaterday have their kids in voice lessons, take them to tons of auditions (including Broadway), and one has her dd going to the Lee Strasberg School every Saturday. They want them in one of the performing arts high-schools around the city (like in the movie "Fame") and just all seem so "stage-motherish" to me. It's a bit sad. But they swear their kids insist on all of these things and who cares if it's costing thousands of dollars and lost childhoods. Whatever.