Don't Let This Cute Little Face Fool You...

this little Bird Whisperer

who 'saves' every little bird

(or big bird for that matter)

that hits the windows,

who is as sweet and friendly and innocent

as can be,



 (this little Pine Siskin did eventually fly away)

is as stubborn as the day is long.

Day two of second grade and I was

thinking about running away from home.

All order is restored but oh my homeschooling is not easy.

In fact, I think I cried myself to sleep on Sunday night

just thinking of the pressure of it all.

It is especially difficult when one doesn't have a lot of support.

There are those close to me who think this is a bad idea.

Some think I am bored and have little else to do but this.

Some think that it is fine for now but eventually...

But I know differently.

I know I have to do this for her. (at this point)

I know that because of the way she is, this is the only way. (for now)

I know that if she were in public school she would be

way behind, labeled and made to feel

less than adequete.

She would come home exhausted from all of the

sensory overload.

She would be in trouble all of the time for

seemingly not paying attention.

But...
I am holding on to these words

by Robert Frost.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.