I have the middle school blues. Little Jack is on the verge of middle school. The kid is almost halfway through fifth grade and I just can’t reconcile that reality with what should be happening. He was a baby last week. Really, just last week I carried that boy like a football and told him that I couldn’t wait until he was big enough to play ball and do a million other things with me.
He has always been a good kid but I never expected him to take my words so seriously. I didn’t ask him to skip being a baby or a toddler. Never thought that the day would come when he would thumb his nose at Thomas the Tank Engine. But time passed, he grew and we entered the elementary school years.
Entered the elementary school years and fell into a yearly debate about the merits of public versus private school. It was the best and worst decision ever. If ever I felt like the Sword of Damocles hung over my head it was during those decision making periods.
This post should really be accompanied by a harmonica and or guitar but I’ll opt for a simple video intermission. Take the Long Way Home By Supertramp feels appropriate.
His current school goes through sixth grade so at best we have one more year there. But I am wrestling with what to do and wondering if next year is the time to pull him out and start him in a public school. Â That public school is a mixed bag. The LA Unified school district isn’t what it was when I was a student but it is not all bad either. The trick is trying to find a good school and then figure out how to get him in there.
On the other hand he has received a stellar education at his current school and there is much to be said for letting him finish what he started. But I can’t ignore the financial concerns or the need to try and do the same for his sister. I never want them to be able to say that one received better treatment than the other. They’ll do that naturally because kids say that.
I know because my siblings and I all said it to our parents. It wasn’t true. My sisters got to do some thing that I didn’t and I got to do some things that they didn’t. Won’t ever find something that is equal all the way down the line but I am ok with that.
So now I am taking the long way home and singing the middle school blues. I am confident that we will work something out and that in the end all will go well but I am not naive enough to believe that it will happen without some planning and thought.
Damn, I hate these middle school blues. Maybe a brand wants me to their official dad blogger and in return they will pay for my childrens’ education. Look at the cars that the Nascar drivers push around the track. Pay for their education and I’ll let you turn my car into a moving ad. Come on companies, who wants to pony up to the table and help me stop singing the middle school blues.