Written by contributor Cheryl Pitt of CherylPitt.com
When I began homeschooling 13 years ago, I did it for many reasons. First and foremost, because it was a desire laid on my heart.
However, as I researched homeschooling, I found I liked the philosophy behind it, the lifestyle and that many homeschoolers did so well in comparison with their public school counterparts.
But also in my heart, I wanted more than the average for my child.
Don’t we all?
No matter how happy our childhood, we always want our children to have it better than we did. We want more. More choices, education, opportunity to explore interests, freedom for them to soar and realize their full potential. I don’t know what grand scheme I had in mind for my eldest, but I wanted him to soar!
Today he is 17, intelligent, and a hard worker. I was so proud when he recently landed his first job as a package handler for a shipping company. He loves his job and is proud of the paycheck that comes with it. As am I! I often tell him how proud I am of his work ethic and diligence.
I surprised myself one day, though, when he came home and asked if he could apply to be a driver assistant. He was excited. This opportunity meant more hours, more pay and a step up the package handler ladder. Maybe one day he could deliver packages, not just load them.
So why was I hesitant, upset even? I gave him my blessing, but in my mind I had some ugly thoughts. I wondered…
Is this really what the last 13 years have been about? Why did I sacrifice untold hours, years even, to facilitate his education? The good days of accomplishment and the bad days of tears? All so my son can become a truck driver?
I realize how prideful and snotty that must sound. I was surprised by the ugliness of those thoughts myself. But I’m here to be real with you, because I know I’m not the only mother who has ever felt that way.
We all say we want our children to be happy. We want them to go where their passion lies. (I’ve said it for 17 years!) But when our children’s passions fall short of *our* dreams, it’s not as easy to accept.
I can’t tell you what grand scheme I had envisioned for my son. I’m not sure what “more” I dreamed for him. Maybe it meant politician, CEO or jet setting missionary…I don’t know. But I didn’t expect package handling truck driver. So began my period of soul searching.
And I realized many things…
- My disappointment came from my own warped expectations.
- I was taking society’s standard of success and projecting that upon my dreams for my children.
- 17 is very young, my son has his whole life before him.
- My father is a truck driver and I’m very proud of him, my son should not be different.
- I really do want my son to be happy.
- My son has a destiny to fulfill and I need to trust the path.
- Anyone can impact this world for good wherever they are in their walk of life.
My son can do GREAT THINGS in any job because he is equipped – not only with a good education but with a sound moral character instilled over years of homeschooling.
Is this something you’ve ever struggled with? Are you struggling with it today? Perhaps your struggle has nothing to do with a job. This post really isn’t about a job. It’s about reconciling one mom’s ideas of *more* with the reality of everyday greatness. I simply want to encourage you.
When your child’s dreams fall short of your hopes. When they don’t want to take over the family business. When you’re an English buff and your child hates to read.
In any circumstance where reality hammers at expectations, remind yourself of this:
Your child was created with a unique personality for a unique purpose. Don’t try to change them. Encourage them in who they are, so they may grow to fulfill their purpose.