27 August 2008
Paging Pascal...what are the odds?
Empirical evidence that God has a wicked sense of humor.
Long story short, my husband and I knew twenty years ago that if we ever had kids, we would homeschool them. We also had names picked out for our kids before we even tied the knot.
After 15 years of marriage, we finally were blessed with kids and we did stick with the names we had picked way back when. Just yesterday, I posted about having my homeschool all ready to go. Today I went to the library and picked up the last few items I had placed on hold. The school books are on the shelf, I'm (sort of) mentally prepared, chairs are at the table, crayons in their container, and we're good to go.
But, it's always somethin'. My grandfather had a German saying for this kind of irony or chaos or kick in the head, "Da gegen kannst du nicht machen." Which I interpret to mean, "There's nothing you can do about it." I don't even know if this was his exact saying because my grandfather passed away before my parents married and this phrase was handed down through the family...and they don't speak German, so I suspect it might have some translation problems. But the gist of the saying is that life is beyond anyone's control, only God, with His wicked sense of humor, can see (or orchestrate) what's coming.
Today is a perfect example of this. Ha ha, very funny, is what I'm thinking.
There was a message on the answering machine when I got home from the library. Had dropped hubby off at the airport, so he wasn't around, which may be lucky for him because I think I almost burst.
The message: Nova now has an opening in their program for Mark for Kindergarten.
Back at the beginning of the year, I posted about trying to get Mark into this school, but he was placed on the waiting list. Despite our overwhelming desires to homeschool, this program was really close to what I would teach at home, minus any religion, of course, so it was very tempting. We threw our hat in the ring and Mark came up 17 on the waiting list (which totalled over 100 prospective students). Figured being placed on the wait list was God's way of affirming our plans, solidifying and clarifying our decisions. Everyone was on the same page.
Not too long ago, I had hubby call the school to see how the wait list was doing. The lady said that Mark, surprisingly, was now at 14, but hubby got the impression from talking to her that very few kids ever escaped from the netherworld of the wait list. Having the wait list move three was unheard of. So, even though I thought another call to the school just a week ago might be worthwhile to find out our status, I chalked it up to my momentary Type A personality relapse and fought the urge to call.
Then look what happens! Just days before public school starts and days before I planned to start homeschooling!
The spin I'm putting on this (instead of thinking God is messing with my already precarious mental state) is that God wants me be the one to make this decision so that I'm completely comfortable with keeping Mark home. True blue, cut and dried, period at the end of the sentence. Instead of the school leaving us sitting indefinitely in the anteroom on the wait list, I get to tell the school that I sincerely and genuinely want to keep Mark home -- we are homeschooling. 100% sure I'm doing the right thing, 100% my (our) decision, 100% no regrets.
Ha, ha, I'm so not laughing!!
Posted by swissmiss at 1:07 PM