When was that? April? When I promised myself I'd write again, but lo and behold! I didn't!
Major life decisions here and there. Bent by what's in the past, but strengthened by the hopes of a clearer future.
And one of them was sending back Boom to the regular school for 1st grade.
Here's the backgrounder in case you missed it >> {and-so-i-was-very-happy-with-hapi}
Here's the backgrounder in case you missed it >> {and-so-i-was-very-happy-with-hapi}
If it were just me who's deciding, he'll be lifeschooled until whenever he wants to. But it was Ze Dad who lovingly requested that he be immersed in the real get-go. (We both learned the ropes of life mostly on our own, our own parental units were not hands-on as most of that generation were.) So off we went to the school where I do special education consulting, and I told him go to the library.
Then he said, "Sige Mom. Let's try."
Must be the books.
Must be the surroundings.
But yes, it felt like someone's gnawing on my heart. Maybe this was how my parents felt when they sent me off to college. Alright, I know, medyo OA.
UPDATE
The 1st quarter is almost done, and so far, all he complained about was his seemingly immature seatmate who stabbed him with a pencil. (God, micro heart attack right there.) But according to him, he was able to swerve and that he was strong and it was nothing. Life lesson learned #1: self-preservation and self-defense.
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