It wasn’t always this way. In fact, a big reason for my wanting to home school her in the first place was that she’s always had a much better attitude at home than she has had at school. She’d come home from school bubbly as a butterfly and pleasant as could be, only for us to find out that she did something outrageously insubordinate that day.
I hate writing about the things she does that are hard for me to figure out because I don’t want her reading this someday and thinking that I resent her or anything crazy. She’s a kid, going through stages that all kids go through eventually by some degree or another. She’s staking her independence by separating her opinion from everyone else’s, trying to exercise her right to have a voice and all that jargon. I stood in her shoes once when I was young. And I’m just at the other end of the spectrum now, taking a stab at the parenting part with a kid from the next generation who’s more than willing to come at me full force with the reluctance to listen. Such is life.
Eventually, as June unfolded into July, it started to kind of turn around.