All Callum had to do was go online and log in to find out if he had been accepted on the university course of his choice.
“Did you get a place?” I asked eagerly.
“I haven’t yet worked up the courage to look,” Callum admitted. But a few minutes later, he emerged from his room, a huge smile on his face, “I did it! I’m on the course!”
I remember how elated we felt that night. I walked around feeling like the best homeschooling mother ever. My job was over. I’d guided Callum perfectly and now he was on the pathway to his dream career. He was going to be a nurse. One day he would be working in the casualty department of a hospital, calmly dealing with any emergency the ambulance delivered. I could imagine it all.
Callum grinned and I smiled and we couldn’t wait to share the news.
Callum accepted the place and he decided to study part time and continue working as well. The first year went exceedingly well. Callum stood out from the crowd. He was the only student with practical experience due to his excellent St John Ambulance record. He was also the only homeschooled student and he impressed and annoyed the tutors with his persistent questions and knowledge:
“Callum, draw the patient in the correct position.” A few minutes later, a perfectly proportioned, realistic looking man lay in the required position on the whiteboard.
“I suppose you learnt art while you were homeschooling,” sighed the tutor. He’d been expecting a stick figure.
“Does anyone know what this Latin word means?… No? You tell us, Callum. I assume you learnt Latin while homeschooling?”
“Not another question, Callum! Homeschooled students want to know too much. You’re not supposed to think. You’re supposed to sit quietly and listen!”
Yes, Callum was proving a headache for his tutors but they couldn’t deny he was set for a brilliant nursing career (or was that only his proud mother’s opinion?)
That was just over two years ago.
But at the start of this year, Callum didn’t look happy, in fact he was rather grumpy and hard to live with. I thought he would enjoy getting back to study after the long summer break but it seemed he was reluctant to attend lectures and tutorials.
“I don’t think I want to be a nurse after all, Mum,” he confessed one day.
“But Callum, you are so good with people. And you loved your work with St John Ambulance. You said you wanted to do something worthwhile to help others.”
“I don’t know, Mum…”
“Perhaps you should have studied full-time. This would have been your final year. Have you just had enough of studying?”
“It’s not that Mum. I just don’t know if I want to do nursing anymore.”
My vision of my son with a stethoscope around his neck, working in casualty, dealing with all the emergencies in his calm and confident and compassionate way, was fast disappearing. And I didn’t want it to.
“If you persevered you could have such a wonderful career. There are so many options within the nursing profession…” I knew from Callum’s face I couldn’t convince him.
I have to admit I could have argued and debated with Callum:
“You need to learn to stick with things.”
“You’ll regret giving up your course in the future. You should take advantage of your chance to get a university education.”
“You’ve come so far, you ought to finish.”
“Don’t give up your dream because it’s got hard.”
“Every course has its boring basic units. Just wait till you get to the practical units. That’s where you’ll excel.”
Don’t take away my dream.
What about my homeschooling success story?
What about my homeschooling success story?
I remember chatting to Callum a few years ago. “I’m sorry Callum, I’m not praying for a perfect life for you… life’s not like that. There will be struggles. There always will be when you are doing God’s work. Difficulties are the only way you will grow.”
Callum just grinned and said, “Why didn’t I get a regular mother who just wants her children to be happy?” I could see he understood.
Yes, life isn’t perfect. Sons change their minds. Mothers’ dreams evaporate. But that’s OK.
A few days ago, Callum arrived home, bursting with something he wanted to share.
“OK. Tell me,” I said, seeing he couldn’t wait a moment longer to share his news.
“When my boss heard I’m no longer studying, he wanted to know if I would be interested in a store manager apprenticeship.”
“Is that what you want to do?”
“It sounds good at the moment.”
“Then it’s fine with me.”
Callum again arrives home bursting with something he wants to share. “OK. Tell me,” I say.
“Hey Mum! I had my employee review today. I got full marks for customer service. Apparently all the customers like chatting to me.”
“You’re supposed to be an unsocialised homeschooling graduate, Callum! You shouldn’t know how to talk to people of all ages and situations.”
We both smile.
So my son is going to lavish his charming smiles and caring bedside manner on all the customers who come into the supermarket looking for a bit of human contact in their day. And I can accept that. It’s Callum’s life, not mine. This isn’t about perfect homeschooling success stories, or perfect mothers, or what other people think. No. My job is over and I’m letting him go.
The future? That is in God’s hands, not mine, just the way it should be.
This story was written with the full permission of Callum: “Hey Mum! Perhaps you can write a blog post about me dropping out of uni.” He really is a true blogger’s son.