Nine years ago I joyfully poured over the Veritas Press Homeschool catalogue and carefully designed a curriculum for Johns first few years of school. It went swimmingly. He was that gifted first born with the benefit of all the parental involvement he could endure. That same catalogue came last week and I didn't even crack the cover - I simply threw it away like so many ideas I have had about adoption in general and the education of our adopted children.
I love the ideas behind a Classical Education, the goals, focus and appeal are all there for me. But it's like visiting the National Archives and then sitting down with a box of Crayola watercolors to replicate what I saw - it's impossible with my limited skills. Many of our kids are like me with that paintbrush - they would flounder under this type of education, any type of education that wasn't focused on the tiny increments, repeated daily for years that their particular brains need in order to learn.
I enjoy the flock of new adoptive parents that are on the horizon. Young, excited, willing to do hard things and totally committed to the vision of expanding their families through adoption - they are who I was ten years ago. Little did I know that words like Sensory Disorder, FASD, Behavioral Disorder, ODD, Sleep Disorder, Autism and Learning Delayed would become my every day diet and what how those words would become the framework of my life.
I wouldn't change our choices and I have to be careful when I talk with those bright young families about adoption. As they enroll their gifted biological children in the local Classical Academy or private school and wait for the placement of their first adopted child (or children) I see my own past and wonder how their future will play out.