When I was a kid, I didn't like to miss school. It wasn't that I didn't like staying home, it was that I hated the next day when I felt like I had missed everything. I hated the feeling that I was behind and needed to get caught up.
So when my kids tell me in the morning that they don't feel good (as my son did today), I usually ignore it and hope it goes away. But today, he convinced me that maybe he actually did not feel well enough to go to school. So now he is on the couch sleeping.....but I still have guilt about not making him go.
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