We know we should be happy; Everything is going so wonderfully well at the moment.
The kids are fast-growing bundles of energetic cuteness and their doting mother’s pride and joy,
the gardens seem to have become lush jungles over night, and, inside, the kitchen is turning out to be exactly as we imagined.
Apart from the odd sniffle, everyone is fit and well; mostly content in their chosen ways-to-pass-the-working-day and generally enjoying their laxing out time, too. There really is no reason to feel down… except for just one, teeny-tiny thing: we suspect we’re just a little too…nice; And, as we are often reminded, Nice Guys Finish Last. Not that we’re even running the race – we’re not even watching from the sidelines – but sometimes it feels the course marshals are directing all competitors directly over our happy little band of misfits.
Yes, it’s going to be one of “those” blogs; one of unmitigated moaning and pathetic self pitying. Please excuse us.
Last week we had Farm Girl’s end-of-year IEP (Individual Education Plan) meeting, our second only one. IEP meetings, a gathering together of all involved in the education of the student with special needs (in Farm Girl’s case; visual impairment), are all about collaboration and helping the student level the educational playing field. All went swimmingly; Farm Girl is ticking off goals left, right and centre and growing everyday in handling herself and her disability with maturity beyond her years. All assembled shared their stories, statistics, triumphs, concerns and suggested goals in a wonderfully amicable manner. We Homesteaders glowed with pride. It took us a moment to realise proceedings had veered slightly but it suddenly became apparent we were in the spotlight. Just what, we were questioned, did Farm Girl DO at home? What did her after-school LOOK like? What were we doing to address the SOCIAL ISSUE of school-home flow? Umm..problem? School-home flow? Social issue? Of course, in the cold light of day it’s all very clear. You politely but firmly restate the jurisdiction of the assembled group and point out the line they have just leapt over. What the Homesteaders-in-attendance actually did was supply the answers because that’s what nice people do: they answer questions however impertinent. They nod and accept, opening the way for claims that they are stunting social growth by encouraging each other to accept nothing less than mutual respect and rapport in friendships. Then they go home and lick their wounds.
Nice people tolerate unrealistic workloads, condemnation without the right to reply, ridicule of beliefs, and plain, old fashioned bullying. But why? That’s the question we’ve been asking ourselves this week: why do we allow some folk to run all over us?
Maybe you could shed some light on it; We’re open to suggestions.
In the meantime, we’re working on doing a “Frozen”.