“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”

Maya Angelou

It has been a long 12 months for the majority of parents across the country. With schools being closed for many towns and cities, many parents have either been forced or made the choice to homeschool their kids in order to keep them as safe as possible during the COVID-19 pandemic.

If you’re moving abroad for work, or any other reason, there are plenty of logistics to think about. One of those is where to send your children to school. 

When you’re an expat, you have two primary choices as far as your children’s education. You can send your kids to a local school or an international school. 

Today’s rapidly progressing world of science and technology has made traditional education methods a bit outdated. There is always a new educational app being introduced in the market that can do marvels in childhood education. With the proliferation of educational apps, parents have started giving smartphones to their children. The primary reason behind providing your kid with an electronic gadget is to keep him/her on par with other children’s learning capabilities.

The much-loved FATHER – Stratis Evangelinelis – of my dear friend and host here in Athens – Christos Evangelinelis died this week after several dignified weeks in which he had the grace and good-will to say "good-bye" to his family, long-time friends, and former students and colleagues. 

If your child has announced a desire to join the Peace Corps in Guatemala, it has probably weighed at least a little heavily on your mind. 

There are many risks, dangers, and unknowns that your child will face. As their parent, you are naturally worried for their health, safety, and overall well-being. It is easy to feel helpless, especially since they will be so far away and out of your reach. 

One day in 2008, I got a call from my older sister, telling me that our father had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and the doctor had given him three months to live. I was living in Minnesota at the time, far away from Ogden, Utah.
 
I quickly arranged to go back home. 

I headed out to “take care” of Dad for a while. 

I moved back home, back into the old house he raised us in, and I learned once again how strong and determined he was.