We're Home!

Last week was very interesting. I had a few meetings with the director of my kid's school where I realised that this school was not the right place for my son, mostly, I feel, because they just did not know what to do with him. For whatever reason, I'm still not quite sure, he wasn't learning how they would like him to learn. In my eyes, he is right where he should be in kindergarten, he's learning his letters and numbers and more... In mine and others opinion, he behaves like a normal 6 year old boy should, though this unusually set up new school disagreed, and all year has had complaints about his behaviour; things most schools would be able to handle. I finally told the director, if they can't teach him, I'd rather have him at home and do it myself. She thought about it for a few hours, and by the time I picked him up from school that afternoon, she agreed home would be the best place for him. I was a bit shocked that it would be so final and so soon. He finished out the week, as did his 3 year old sister who is also in his mixed aged class, and home we went.
Now I'm searching for what we will be learning, reading, writing, doing... I swing from planning it all out, to realising we may need to deschool for a bit, take it slow, and let the children find their rythm and learning styles while I follow. I'm joining every local homeschool group I can find, hoping for the right fit. I'm thinking of ways to make our home more of a learning nest; hanging maps of the U.S. and world on the wall, designing an art corner where creative supplies are always available, considering some small pets for science, like a frog habitat, which I would put on a shelf with plants and other nature items...
I tend to get ahead of myself sometimes with ideas and plans... I gotta remember to take it slow, and open my eyes to what the kids may want, like and be interested in. I must let our learning together unfold, and let our nest grow forth from this interesting jouney together we are embarking on.
I also need to let go of this bad taste for our old school that I have left in me. I just don't understand what went wrong, and I'm trying with all my might to continue to believe that there is nothing wrong with my son..
But it hurts when you don't fit. It hurts when you give so much time, effort and money into a school and community and then one day, your just out. I know its better in the long run to have my kids home where they are accepted and free to learn how they choose, and where they are wanted. It hurts a little, but still, I'm excited and glad, that we're home.