We are now down to two students in my house. My oldest son, David, has decided not to enroll in classes this fall, and is looking for a full time job, instead. I understand his reasoning, but can't help but feel a little disappointed, in both of us.
As a mother, I am sure I could have done more to support him, but as a future educator I think I probably should have done less. Part of me says I could have helped him with homework and studying more, because, if his grades were better, if he had struggled less, he would be more encouraged to go back. On the other hand, the educator in me says I probably already did too much, babied him, helping him with research and editing papers. Like most things, I am sure the truth is somewhere in the middle.
Unfortunately, realizing this does nothing to curb my disappointment.
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