This is a guest post from Sarah Faulkner. She is a homeschooling mom in Washington state. She has five kids, ages 13, 11, 9, 5, and 2.
Yesterday my son came into the house, crying. He had been swinging from the tree fort when he fell on his arm. I didn’t think it was broken since he could move his arm. I have had many kids with broken body parts, and he didn’t fit the bill: no swelling, no bruising, no disfigurement.
But he wouldn’t stop crying. So I took him to the ER, which made me really annoyed. The whole time I kept thinking about the appointments I was having to cancel, and how much money I was wasting on a non-broken arm. After waiting for the doctor for over an hour, I asked the nurse about just leaving.
At that point his arm was feeling better. She assured me I could leave but would have to sign papers stating I was leaving against medical advice. I irrationally wondered if it would trigger a CPS call, and how if his arm really was broken, I would feel awful. My time is not more important than my son’s broken arm, but my time is more important than a bad bruise. I decided to wait.
The doctor came in and said the wrist was looking good and squeezed farther up the arm. My son started crying again. The x-rays confirmed I made the right choice. His arm was fractured.
It was hard to wait the 3 hours for all of this to work out. It was hard to make the choice to stay when the evidence pointed to the fact that he was fine, but it felt good knowing I made the right choice for him in the end.
For me, homeschooling is like this. It is hard to be home with your children all day and give up having any type of personal life. I am jealous of all the moms who assure me everything will be fine as they send their kids off to public school. But who says the majority is right?
I hope my homeschooling choice ends up being like the broken arm: the right choice. I can look at the numbers to convince myself, but sometimes the only thing getting me through my doubt is my intuition saying it’s the right thing to stay put.