My Children are School Age.
Mr. Doodle and I Work Full Time.
Those are Givens.
So the Girls Attend the Local Schools.
But with School Rankings and Testing and Drama…the Pull of Maybe-I-Should-Do-Homeschooling Still Hits Me Hard and Gnaws at My Soul.
There is So Much I Could Offer the Girls. Reading Adventures. Art. Music. Story Telling.
And Just Being Together.
It Took Me a Long Time to be a Mom. I Don’t Want to Miss Any Part of Their Childhood.
But Homeschooling Isn’t to Be.
Which Brings Us to the New School Year. High School. Yikes – Already!
Miss Doodle Asked if She Could Attend a Particular School. A Charter School. A-Rating.
It Offers Humanities and Community Outreach and It Seemed Like a Good Fit.
She Got In. She is Committed. She is Excited.
We’re Off and Running.
So Here’s the Helicopter Mom Part of the Story…
My Office Window Just So Happens to Look Down on that School. I Know…Right?!
From Ten Floors Up , I Hear the School Bells Ring.
I Can Steal a Moment and Glance Out the Window to the School Below.
Today I Happened Upon a Gym Class and Realized that the One Girl Playing Basketball was My Daughter.
Long Ponytail Flying. Fast. Smart. Agile. A Ballerina Basketball Player.
Running and Leaping. Shooting and Staying Focused on the Game.
School Ends at 3:30.
Each Day, at 3:30, I watch Her Leave the Campus.
Quick…there she is in the Cross Walk…
My Colleagues Tease Me – Hey Helicopter Mom – But I Don’t Care.
She Crosses the Streets to Go to the Doodle T Office in my building.
Just Down the Hall from Me.
We Take a Moment to Chat About Her Day. Have a Snack. Giggle and Laugh.
Office-Schooling. Helicopter Mom-ing.
We Laugh Together At It All.
My Heart Soars and Soars.
This is a Good Fit. Filled with Magic.