That’s right, my twelve year old daughter went back to school yesterday and I miss her! I know, I’m not supposed to say that, I’m supposed to be celebrating my freedom, right? She was here for six weeks over the summer holidays and from the moment we woke up to the moment we went to sleep I had her running monologue directed my way as her best friend was away on holiday for the entire time.
Without the influence of school she went back to being my sweet, honey child. We crafted together, cooked together, went shopping together, experimented with make-up, nail polish and hairstyles on each other … she confided in me her every thought, feeling and secret as 12 year old’s are apt to do.
I remember all of the reasons that I started to homeschool in the first place, way back in 2007. I do so wish we could homeschool again but their father and other influences stepped in and changed all of that.
Very disturbing things happen at high school that you have absolutely no control over. Here’s an example: my daughter found herself with her first boyfriend recently but was ‘dumped’ after 48 hours because she wouldn’t produce a nude pic of herself and was then called ‘frigid.’ If I ever see that boy I may just wring his scrawny little neck. It’s ok, I’m calm!!! She then went on to question her own shortcomings in a typical female fashion (meaning that she blamed the break up on herself!) until I reassured her that her dignity, self respect and self-control would see her going far in life and that the boy that was right for her would never ask her to do something like that. Other words like ‘scum of the earth’ may have slipped out too. Here’s the alarming thing: nearly all of her friends are doing this !
On a similiar and yet entirely different note, my other daughter was grabbed while walking through a street in the City of Melbourne by a crazed ‘secret admirer’ who declared his undying love for her and tried to drag her off into an alleyway. Luckily for her she was able to break free and run. She later found out that he had done the same thing to another very attractive girl from her friend’s workplace just down the street. My mind reels with the ‘could haves.’ For example, what if he was one of those guys you hear about who was actually implanting horse tranquiliser into her skin as he was grabbing her or worse still, placed a hankerchief with chloroform over her mouth before she had time to realise what was happening …
Why oh why can’t my babies stay at home under my wing where they belong 🙁