This Robert Frost poem was one of the readings at our wedding. And what rang true six years ago, still rings true today. Especially now that we’re considering where we will be sending our son to school next year.
It comes down to two choices that couldn’t be more different from each other.
Imagine, the precursor to Academia Cotopaxi. It’s fancy. Expensive. And is regarded as one of the best schools in the country. An online video boasts astrophysicists with PhDs amongst their staff.
And then there’s Chuquiragua. Waldorf-based with a heavy focus on nature. It’s a free-spirited, feet in the mud kind of place that I had always envisioned for my child. Somewhere where he can be a kid for just a few more precious years.
A few weeks ago, it was the only choice. But after speaking with a friend, who has chosen Academia Cotopaxi, a part of me feels torn. That if I don’t act now, there will be no place for my son later on. He will be banished from the path to success at the tender age of three, destined to walk the earth a failure.
That fear of the uncertain, driving decisions for today that don’t align with the present out of hope for the future. It’s what I’ve lived my whole life. Joining clubs and activities that will look good on a college application. In turn, to excel in ways that will someday attract a potential employer.
I know the game well.
And if anything, the quest for success in a traditional sense. Good job. Lots of money. Only really detracted me from truly pursuing the things that I love. And spending time with the people I love.
I want to do it differently with Darwin. I want him to be free to do the things in life that he loves because it brings him joy. Not another set of abbreviations he can add to his email signature. Find himself. Make friends. Do good. Be happy. And not be tied to expectation based on an archaic system of achievement that prescribes if you do A, then B.
Because B doesn’t exists. At least not in the way you think it does. So rather than a life of concessions for the possibility of tomorrow. What about living for today so fully that life becomes the most wonderful thing ever.
Maybe this line of idealistic thought is totally fucked. Maybe he’ll hate me for it. But I have to figure out if the risk of doing it differently is worth the reward. And apparently, I have to figure it out soon.