Limitless Change…
The universe thinks I am a slow learner. I’ve always prided myself on being a keen student but it seems abundantly clear that I am not getting this concept quickly enough. Perhaps my affinity for planning is kiboshing my ability to embrace change and ‘not knowing’. It’s true I don’t like ‘not knowing’. Knowledge is power and I like feeling powerful (in terms of being knowlegeable).
So where I am I going with this? Well, l when I decided to come here to accompany Georgia and get her settled in this large foreign metropolitan city, it was after a discussion with all involved that Harry and Roo would come too. I researched schools and applied for one that seemed a good choice for the boys.
Harry has now convinced us that he really doesn’t want to be in Paris. Coming to Paris was always Georgia’s dream and not his. I definitely acknowledge this because I favored the Design Academy in Eindhoven for Georgia, (and thought she would go there by herself as Eindhoven is the same (small) size as Victoria and the school seems very welcoming, like a family) but that was my idea for her, not hers.
Harry wants to stay in Victoria and have some space to himself. He wants to go to the local high school and leave the private school which he was finding too restrictive. We agreed that the fit there wasn’t perfect for him and just as we are encouraging Georgia to choose her own path, we acknowledge Harry should be given the same opportunity. We have strongly cautioned him, however, that he has a duty to himself to nurture that choice into becoming the right one for him. We are hopeful. And he seems determined, and that’s all we can ask.
So I’m down one little chick in my Parisian nest: ‘premier changement’. Next change is that since arriving here we did a walk by past Roo’s new school (that we had checked out at Spring Break when we were here.) We were a little alarmed to see that the placard outside the building has come down and that there was the distinct impression that the school was very much not in attendance. So I emailed the directrisse and didn’t hear back for a week. In that time Roo sprung into action and suggested he be home schooled this year.
But Roo not going to an actual school where he can meet other kids and have the experience of lunching (French style) with kids from around the world is not what I had envisioned for him, and is most certainly a change to our plan that is taking some getting used to for me.
And then just when I had really wrapped my mind around him being home schooled, a reply to my email arrived. It seems the school has moved! (Well, wouldn’t that be a piece of information, I, as a parent would have liked to know?!…but maybe that’s very controlling of me…?!…. No, I don’t think so! I’m standing firm on this one, universe!
The email explained the school has moved and that I am to expect an email next week with further details….such as the address!!! ๐ All I know thus far is it’s in the 16eime Arr. We are in the 8eime Arr. ….and we specifically chose this apt/location so that Roo (and we thought at the time, Harry too) could walk to school. So now the school is going to be about 15-25 min away from where we are (depending on where exactly in the 16th it is.) This is cause for some grumble and groan from me. Really universe….?!
So we aren’t sure that’s going to work for us the way we wanted. Our new (ever changing) plan is to go see the new school when its mystery address is revealed and see how we all feel about it. So maybe Roo will go there. I definitely see many advantages to him having the regularity of a school to attend, and kids to meet and teachers with whom to connect. But the idea of home schooling has also many appealing features.
It’s anyone’s guess at this stage!! Ok universe, I GET IT!…. You want me to stop planning. I need to just wave in the breeze like tall grasses. I’ve just never been a wave in the breezes kind of girl. I’ve always been a ‘set my sights on a goal and work to achieve it’ kind of girl.
I see the merits in both life approaches. Certainly when I was diagnosed with cancer, I had to do both: I had to be proactive about immediate treatment but I also had to process that despite living a healthy lifestyle so that i wouldn’t fall prey to illness, it had arrived anyway. Control is an illusion. Damn it anyway.
So i’m working my way through the balance of planning and ‘letting it happen. The universe is a demanding professor may I say.