Tonight, we attend our first open house for Middle School.
Middle School. The years where children become tweens and start growing hair in weird places.
Long ago, when Declan started Kindergarten, we hemmed and hawed over that decision. Declan made the cut off for his school year by two weeks, making him among the youngest in his grade. It was the right choice, but the point is, it was hard.
Every decision for our children seems huge when we are in the midst of it.
I have friends in every stage of the parenting spectrum and everything feels intense in the moment, less intense later.
I recently chatted with the mom of our babysitter, a mom whose kids are both at the tail end of middle school, a mom who labored over their middle school choices… and her main takeaway was this: “If they come out reasonably OK, consider it a win.”
This makes all the overwhelming information that is being thrown at us right now seem a little less daunting, but her next words were this: “Think of Middle School as a holding pen. They are animals.”
A holding pen? For animals?
OK, yeah, that is pretty much how I remember Middle School myself… so she has a point.
Here in Denver we are lucky to have a myriad of choices. There is the school Declan is slated to go to, which is great in of itself… but then about five other public schools that specialize in things that he also would enjoy… and possibly really embrace! For his life! Give him a great foundation! Arts, science, language! Schools that are highly respected.
I have no idea how we will manage these decisions for High School, and then, gulp… College.
But for now, tonight, we’ll go and listen and see.