Liam, my middle child and former bane of my existence (I kid!), is on school break right now. Sure, it’s also Spring Break this week but he’s been out the last THREE weeks as well. The only thing different about this particular week is that Harry is home on Spring Break too so now I have three at home. The most amazing part of it all? I’m not climbing the walls! Sure, my routine has been thrown off a bit and I am looking forward to him going back to school next week so that things can get back to normal. But otherwise, we’re all doing just fine.
I feel like I should go buy a lottery ticket or something.
I mean, last year at this time, I was losing my mind. Of course, I’m sure a lot of that was due to my thyroid raging out of control but Liam wasn’t helping matters with his wild behavior. Now, he still acts up multiple times a day. But for the most part he has settled down dramatically. And I think I’ve gained some better perspective as well. I can better appreciate his natural enthusiasm and energy. It’s what makes him LIAM, after all. I think going to school has done wonders for giving him focus where he had none before.
I know homeschooling is all the rage right now. In fact, there’s a quote rolling around Pinterest that states they have “seen the village and they don’t want it raising” their child. Har, har. Very clever. Thing is: I’ve seen my school habits, and I don’t want me teaching my child. And I’d like to think that I have more influence in my children’s lives as far as raising them goes than the local elementary school. After all, it’s not the principal that gives him his bath at night and sends him to bed and it’s not his teacher that disciplines him when he’s picking his sister or the cat (or both). Certainly, though, during school hours they help by directing his educational career. And so much better them than I at that. They can teach him, I’ll take care of the rest.
I think he’s anxious to return to school. He keeps remarking that he thinks his teacher and the other kids have forgotten him (or that he’s forgotten them). I think as anxious as I am for things to return to normal, he is as well. I love that he loves school. And I love watching him read to us at bedtime. He is getting so smart.
Liam is spunky, that’s for sure. And as nerve-wracking as that can be sometimes for a type-b parent such as myself, I know will serve him so well in life. And I know it’s what makes him who he is. And that’s a very happy, very fun little boy.