For the last six years, the only question in terms of Sean’s education has been which private school he would attend.
Homeschooling has always been an option we’ve entertained; it’s always on the table. Public school was never an option. And now for some reason, at this point, I sort of feel like I should apologize for that sentiment or at least insert a feeble “not that there’s anything wrong with it.” But I’m not going to because that sort of thing makes me weary of late.
So, for the past two years we have done all due diligence in finding the right private school for our one and only son. We did all the research that any prudent person would do when making an important decision, not to mention a substantial investment. We researched, we made spreadsheets, we talked to other parents. We visited, we visited and we visited some more until we narrowed the list down to three schools.
But ultimately none of those three schools seemed right. All are excellent, highly rated, well-established schools staffed by professional educators. Their stats are great and the kids we chatted with on campus were impressive. Nary a red flag to be seen. People who send their kids to those schools LOVE those schools and can’t say enough good things about them. Those are all good things, things that make for good marketing materials. But I tend to operate on intuition. And after all the visits, I never got that vibe – that undeniable voice that whispers in your ear, “You are in the right place. This is it.”
In our area, private school tuition runs about $10,000 a year, give or take, and for ten grand, I need to have that vibe. The ten grand isn’t for the education — it’s for the vibe.
Well, the summer kind of slipped past and before we knew it, it was the middle of August. It was two weeks before school started and we still didn’t have our child enrolled in school anywhere. And so because we couldn’t make a decision, the decision was made for us. We enrolled Sean in public school. The one school we had not considered, not researched, not visited — was the right school. God likes to rip up my plans into itty bitty pieces and throw them in the air like confetti.
We are six weeks into the school year and we could not be happier. We love walking to school, we love our teacher, we love the routine.
I’ve definitely got the vibe that at least for now, for this school year, this is the right place.