Monday, August 26, 2013


Sometimes we need an advocate...Though last year was a positive experience in many ways, our youngest just can't hang in the mainstream classroom.  He was slipping further and further behind, feeling worse and worse about himself.  He has not progressed at even a snail's pace  since third grade though now in sixth. (Sadly, because of his birth mother, he was a drug/alcohol baby.)  We will be enrolling him back in the "special day," class where he was happily enrolled before.  It's okay if he is not a shining star academically as long as he can make progress even at turtle speed, even if it is only in his attitude.  If he is happy in school, we are happy, happy, happy.  The poor boy couldn't articulate his stress, but fortunately we could tell by his acting out that he was in distress and became his advocate.  I appreciate a teacher who honestly agreed that his needs could best be met elsewhere.  School choice is a wonderful thing.  One size does not fit all.  At the dinner table when my husband asked him how he felt about going back to his old classroom, he responded with a huge Cheshire Cat smile with his dinner all over the place on his face.

Lincoln had very little formal education.  One of his school was called a "blab school," where everyone was encouraged to recite their lessons out loud all at once.  It could be heard a mile away!
He may not remember his multiplications table, but he knows more about WWII than I do,
and perhaps more about the Civil War than you do!
He may never qualify to enter the military,
but his desire is to serve, to protect and defend our freedom.

Fortunately, his brother has transitioned well into high school and loves it!  God is good.  We have gone from one charter school to homeschool to hospital-home school to public middle school with bullying to another charter school and finally to high school.  Now He's a Marysville Indian!  "Every path has its puddles," but you can "be a rainbow in someone else's cloud." Be your child's advocate.

One granddaughter had a very tough year in kindergarten.  Thus, her mother is homeschooling her this year.  Grace is a bright bulb, as in pulsating neon, and is now able to zip through her work without being bored.  Homeschooling is ticking her box, singing her song, all the lights are on and she is home!  However, she is socially shy.  She is so afraid that people will find out that she is homeschooled and says, "I want to be homeschooled, but I just don't want the world to know about it!"  Shh, don't tell her I told you.  My other grandchildren are in regular school, a charter school, and three are home schooled.  There's no cookie cutter education in our family.

I doubt Jesus stumbled too much in Sabbath school since he was found teaching the rabbi in the temple in Jerusalem at about the same age as my youngest. Yet Scripture says, "For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are-yet without sin.  Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."  Hebrews 4:15-16   Did He ever feel stupid, feel like He couldn't fit in?  I imagine setting aside His godhood for humanity had its own unique difficulties for a growing boy.  I don't know what His weaknesses were, but I do know He is sympathetic with ours.  We can approach God with confidence, for grace in times of need.  Sometimes we do feel vulnerable and needy.  It's okay.  He has mercy to help us. He is our advocate.

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