I am forever cognizant of the fact that I don't have any kind of monopoly on parenting wisdom. So I'm reluctant to criticize others' choices.
But Alisa and I are at the completely opposite end of the spectrum. We are fans of education. We think that education sets a person free, it makes them heir to the entire wealth our culture's wisdom. We think education makes possible a life of the mind that is part of being a fully actuated person in this world. I have had opportunity to be struck by the particular kind of frustration and ineffectiveness that seems to be the the lot of some intelligent yet uneducated people I have met in western societies.
So, yeah, we're into educating our kids in a pretty formal way during these years we're spending on Galactic.
But - easier said than done. Conflating the parent-child relationship with the teacher-student relationship is liable to be an upsetting experience for both parties involved.
Into this breach strides the Arab Rose, aka My Reason For Living; Alisa. She's the one who hectors and hounds Elias into getting his school work done. She's the one who who keeps a strict schedule for the weeks that it takes to finish the work of each term. She's the one who day after day shows by her example how seriously we take education, and is (hopefully) conveying the discipline to do the hard mental work that is required for any kind of intellectual achievement.
She's tough in a way that I think is paying off. So I guess this is a shout-out of sorts.
You could sail the world without my wife.
But I wouldn't recommend it.