Sometimes in life it is necessary to say Thank You to someone and know that as those words leave your lips, the return comment will most certainly be: “I TOLD you so!” Thus was the conclusion of the (for want of a better word) “mess” of the State ID chase. While sitting in the car discussing the total mess that this was turning out to be, my son (the one for whom we were attempting to get the State ID) said: “Mom, what about that school I’m supposed to be registered at?” I asked him if he meant the tech. school and he reminded me that back in September we were faced with the fact that, in Michigan, in order to get into a tech. school if you are homeschooled, you need to be registered with a public high school (even if you do not attend there). We had gone through this very thing many years ago with my oldest son who actually became the first of many homeschoolers to pass through the doors of said tech. school;I guess you could say we ‘blazed a trail’ for homeschoolers and the myriad of paperwork involved. My son asked if we could check with the ‘registered’ school to see if they might be able to help get him a school ID (one of the possible needed documents to complete the three needed pieces of identity). I called the school and was told that they didn’t do this but referred us to another high school in the area who does. To make this very long saga final, we got the high school ID, went to the Secretary of State and waited an hour (here, that’s about the regular amount of time from coming in the door to finally getting waited on). With much discussion and showing of all sorts of various proofs of residency, etc. we FINALLY are in possession of a State of Michigan ID card.
To complete this story, the “I told you so” mentioned earlier came from said son after we completed the whole episode. Being 18 sometimes produces comments (in my opinion: without forethought) which are not always the kindest/nicest, etc. To his thinking he had already TOLD me that I should pursue the high school ID card MUCH earlier than in February…if he did, I don’t remember any of it. Here’s where I suppose pleading old age and lack of memory serve me well (who knows?). Because I was very grateful to finally have this current mess finished, I again apologised and thanked him for his suggestion. (Personally? I thanked the Lord whom, I believe, worked it all out after much prayer from several people including myself.)
Ah, the fun of being the mother of a teen, myself approaching 60!