The Decision

Bay has decided to return full-time to public school in the fall. We're supporting her decision. She's a smart, level-headed young adult, and it is her life to live. We will support her from home. 

She craves the structure and social element of school, which doesn't make any sense to me, but again, it's not my life. The problem that I have with her decision is that she has, in the past, turned hostile toward her family members during the school year. Mean, foul words to be said, eyes rolling, doors slamming, no patience, no kindness, hostility. 

I told her that this was my concern, that she would shut down again, shut us out, disclude us. She assures me she will not. Still, I cringe. I worry. I already mourn her leaving me and the safety of the nest. 

She is crash-coursing to get Algebra I done so she can enroll in Geometry. 

Tuna has no desire to return to school, thankfully. She is most harmonious at home, and thriving extremely well. I hope she never, ever changes her mind. 

I am sad over this. I am sad at what she will miss out on: travel, learning at her own pace, learning what she wants to learn. Then again, that's just me projecting. What's important to her now is not any of that. And it's time for me to respect that choice. That doesn't make it easy, though. Nothing would, I suspect.