March 28, 2013 § 5 Comments
As many of my longtime readers know, I occasionally fall victim to the manufactured educational expectations of contemporary America and begin to have doubts about our ability to educate the boys at home.
Yesterday, watching them make bows while tending our little white trash backyard sugarin’ rig as the chickens pecked at whatever struck their bird-brained fancy, was not one of those occasions.
Increasingly, I am coming to understand that any doubt in our ability to educate Fin and Rye is nothing more than a loss of trust. Not only in myself, but also in the boys.
I can deal with not trusting myself. But not trusting my kids? That, my friends, is inexcusable.