I Have a Brace-less (Almost) Highschooler
This week, the following happened:
a. My oldest child got his braces removed.
b. My wife and I attended a “welcome to high school” event with our oldest child.
c. My oldest child received a retainer to wear post-braces.
e. An entire decade was added to my life.
All. In. One. Week.
Honestly, after attending the “welcome to high school” deal, I have never had a stronger desire to home school.
Just kidding. . .
Couple of thoughts after walking around high school. . .
1. I would fail.
Never have I seen or heard more “honors” options in my life. There are standard options, to be sure. But even those seem to be way out of my league. I walked away thinking, “There is no way I would have made it here! Williamson County school system is NO JOKE.” If this were 1991 when I entered high school, I would have failed. Period. Too hard for me.
2. The difference from when I was in High School is massive.
From cell phones to computers to smart boards to electives to size to diversity, I cannot even begin to compare my high school experience to today’s.
Before last night, I rolled my eyes at the thought that it was that different.
In just about every single way. I guess that even the chocolate milk is different.
3. Preparation for college is off the charts.
On a positive note, I am blown away at how students can plan a four year course to prepare them for college, a career, and really their entire future. I would change nothing from my high school experience. I loved it. But what I heard last night made me feel short changed! It’s almost like a mini-college track. Students can select classes and electives that gear them toward their desired career.
4. I only have 4 more years with Luke.
When he was born, people would tell us, “don’t blink, he’ll be gone to college before you know it!” Again, I rolled my eyes.
Parents, don’t wish the seasons away. Be present. Lean in.
5. I must step up my Proverbs game.
The book of Proverbs was written by a dad to his sons. You can make a pretty good case that the book was written by a dad for his teenage sons.
Not only do I desire wisdom for myself, but I long for my children to walk in wisdom. Not rules. Not a contract. Wisdom.
What advice would you give to a parent on the verge or raising a high schooler?