And so are the days of our lives.

Being a mom is one of the toughest jobs there is, let no one tell you any different. And being the mother to a teenage boy (15) thinking he's 21 is tougher.

My son was struggling a lot in school not academically, bullies made his live miserable, and if that bully is a teacher, it's even worse. Worst of all I saw it the whole day because I worked for the same Private School my son attended. Many times, he will run into my office crying, clenching his fists, not trying to punch someone or something. I could not afford therapy because I was getting paid peanuts and was living day to day.

The straw that broke the camel's back was a very hot day in October 2016 my son came running into my office for the very last time, the teacher saw it fit to beat him in front of the class, in front of the bullies and his friends, breaking his morale into thousand pieces. I had enough, taking my son's hand we went straight to the principal's office, the person that always had my back, or so I assumed. When I told her the situation we were facing and that, that cannot be allowed she abruptly got up and called in the teacher, a young woman in her early 20's not married and childless. My son and I were told to wait outside, waiting for what seemed to be 2 hours we were called back in, I felt good enough to lay out my side of the story because my "BOSS" had my back, wishful thinking. Stepping into the principal's office you could feel the atmosphere changing, "sit" I was told. I didn't, I stood my ground because at that moment I knew this is a lost case. " The teacher will be taken the rest of the day off; your son needs to be taught a lesson". I spoke up for the first time in my life, "I'm going to lay a case against the school and the teacher for child endangerment". I took a breath, the response was not expected," you can do that, but then you have to take your child and leave your job". That is how you get treated after working nights, getting a school to where they are, "thank you", my reply was soft. "Come", I told my son, I will never put him through this again, I can't leave my job, but I could protect him. That would be the last time he ever went there. My story of how I got treated will be told in my next Blog.

I knew nothing about home schooling, had no wi-fi, but I was set out to do my best to get him what he needed. De - schooling was our first step, for 3 months I just let him be, to relax and get back a little self-respect and start believing in himself again.

Two weeks went by before the principal and the teacher asked me where my son was, I never told them that he will not return, "home-schooling", I replied with a smug on my face, and that was that, never looked back, I just needed to trust myself and learn how the home-schooling gig worked, and that in itself was a voyage I'm so glad I took on.

In my next Blog, I'll tell you more about the fears and anxiety, but the healing and the success afterwards was worthwhile.

Enjoy....