Ok... here we go:
Example #1: Last week I realized I was running out of time to sign my daughter up for art camp. The reason I had waited? Money. I didn't have $160 to dedicate to a non-essential. What did I do on Thursday? I signed her up anyway. She's a great kid who loves art and who has a lot of talent. Oh, and this is no regular art camp... (can you see where the stupid comes in?). So on Monday she'll be at art camp. She's of course thrilled.
Example #2: About 10 days ago I decided it might be a good idea to homeschool Max this fall. It all made great sense. He had a horrible year academically and to some degree socially. His anxiety has been at an all time high, he got an "F" in math his last quarter, and I am tired of dancing with the school district in this weird kind of disability/non-sped, recognition/non-recognition of Max's diagnosis. I don't know what the answer is, but I don't necessarily think they do either.
About 6 days later, I snapped out of stupid when Max had one of his blowouts. Witnessing him rage out of control I was slapped back into reality. There was a reason I stopped homeschooling Max in 2nd grade and this was it. That particular tantrum was unique... I can't say what exactly made it different, but it was as though God himself was telling me, this is not the time for homeschooling. It wouldn't be a healthy choice for either one of us. Maybe someday... if God miraculously transforms us (both) in all the right ways homeschooling could be an option.
I wonder if a little bit of stupid is what makes us good parents? I was thinking about this today. I mean isn't being a good parent all about sacrifice? At the same time, we do have the awesome responsibility of modeling sober (as in non-emotional, wishy-washy-free) decision making skills.
What is your stupid love story?
