We have decided, after much prayer, discussion, and wise counsel, to pull Jack out of his current school and put him into a new school in a new district with a new teacher. Last night we attended the Parent Information Night at his school, and, though his teacher seemed more pleasant than I had thought previously, I just did not feel comfortable with the idea that he would be there all year. This whole situation has made me ponder what I expect of a school and of teachers. I never wanted to be one of those parents (you know, the critical ones who are also teachers), and I don't think I normally would be--but my little guy is only five and still needs some love and nurturing and not just curriculum and standards.
After meeting with his teacher last night and feeling direction and peace for the first time in ten days, I figured we were on our way to a new school with God's blessing. I thought enrolling in the new district would be as easy as calling up the school of choice, telling them I wanted to send my child there, they would be thrilled (who wouldn't want my child?), and we'd all live happily ever after. Well, there is apparently some sort of application and sorting-type process based on where Ryan teaches and where we live. This morning I prayed that God would close doors if this switch is not His will, and now I wonder if this will be the means He will use. There is only one school that will work for me to take him, and we don't want him to attend before or after care at the school close to Ryan's work. And if God closes this door will I be okay with it or will I try to find a window? Is this a lesson on persisting until we feel peace or perservering in the trial? I was so hoping we'd be done with this and could finally be settled into a kindergarten class and routine!
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