It’s very hard to admit when you have failed. It’s even harder to admit when you have failed your child. Today is the day I am admitting that I wasn’t as great as I thought I was.
When we started homeschooling, my son was excelling in math in public school. He was always in the top math class, and was even on the math team. His academic future was bright, but I thought I could do better.
One semester later, he was back. One semester of math class was all he missed. We did math here. Maybe I was too relaxed about it, because he had always excelled? None the less, we got his assessment scores today, and he was at 69%……
I failed my son. I am heartbroken at the fact that he tells me nightly how he wishes he was in the accelerated class like before. It breaks my heart that I have affected his middle school future. I am sad, and feel in mourning. Have I truly altered my son’s future for the worst by one semester?
My youngest was just promoted to accelerated reading, and my oldest just got accepted into the high school honors English program for next year. I must have done something right in their one semester. How could I have failed my son?