School started last Monday, at least for the kids in Gwinnett County.
I think we were ready for school to start. At the same time, it still feels early. Out in Oregon, where we used to live, kids start school in September. That seemed reasonable. When we moved to Georgia, we did it in the middle of the school year. It took more than a month between the time we left Oregon and the time we had a house in the Atlanta area. The day after we moved into our house, my wife took our older son to school to enroll him. The school placed him in a class that morning. A little over a month later, he was out for the summer as we tried to deal with the fact that he’d essentially missed over two months in school in total.
Fast forward to now. A week of school is already completed. I know my kids are studying. Yet, it seems like they’re getting through everything fine so far without me. I know they get homework. I’ve heard them talk about it. My wife has them focus on it when they get home from school. They’ve gotten it completed without having to ask me.
That feels strange.
Over the years, I’ve gotten used to finishing my work, sitting down from dinner, and then studying with the kids until they had to go to bed. I haven’t had to do that yet. Then again, it’s only been a week.
I know the days will come where they need my assistance and I’ll be working with them every night. At that point, I'll start wishing it was already summer. At the same time, I know they’re growing up. My wife has impressed upon them good study habits. As they’ve grown older, they’ve gotten more capable at doing their work themselves, despite the increasing complexity of their assignments. I’m proud of their self-reliance.
Still, part of me looks forward to the day that I come home from work and find that my kids still need their Dad’s help.
It’s great to be a parent.