Thanks Bean for your kind reply. I have spent the better part of the day reading through this thread and the link listed above.
My horizons have broadened so. What bothers me so deeply about the school and the anthro lifestyle is how "sneaky" it all felt to me. sure, the facade of the Waldorf education is lovely and covered in silk (haha) but inside of it, there is so much that is shrouded in mystery and quiet. this bothers me. I, myself have survived several "religious" groups. I am recovering still from those. the idea of the anthro lifestyle is exciting, but the reality sends chills to my bones and echoes past pain..
to continue my story..
after my interview, my DH and I decided to give it a try. we'd see if the school was a good fit for DS despite what we felt in our guts. we were so in love with the idea of him being in what we considered to be such a wholesome environment that we began making preparations to make HUGE financial sacrifices to send him to the school. our initial ouput was just under a thousand US to enroll him. we liquidated part of a 401K and drained our savings. we were totally ready to front the money to the school..
then DH went to see the school.
let me say up front I have only ever seen two diff. W schools. this one and another one (both fledgling schools at best)... neither of them were really impressive to be honest. but DH was appalled at the school. the school is held in a church as they have no proper land/building of their own. the rooms are borrowed. in short, the facility was far below acceptable for what we would have been paying to send DS to this school.
going home that night Dh and I had what I call a "come to Jesus" moment about the school. we both admitted our "addiction to crunchiness" and our deep hope our son would grow in such a hippie dippie school. but as we added up the costs, we started to grow weary. no TV, no juice boxes, no more teaching him to read (something we had been doing very well with).. limited time with "outsiders".. new 'holidays' and festivals. new ideals we were squeamish to integrate into our son's mind.
we prayed for guidance. going to my knees begging God to help me either let go completely or jump in. still the next day I felt no peace. ironically, we got a phone call two days after DH had toured the school from another preschool we had considered for our DS saying he had a spot if he wanted it and they were excited to meet us. in contrast, the initial financial output for that school was only about 200 bucks.. a stark contrast to the thousand we were about to hand over..
not long after that, we got our "accepatance pack" complete with HUGE piles of paperwork about "media" agreements, nutritional guidelines, a massive calendar of meetings/fests/parent groups.. all of which were to be part of our "experience" with the W community.
DH drew the line in the sand, saying he completely disagreed with the W philosophies (thank GOD!) and did not want DS enrolled there. I was at a loss, but sent letter to them declining our acceptance.
Following that, I received an email from the director stating that our son was to be "integrated in" to the current student population and they were sad to have lost the opportunity to school him. I returned her email thanking her, though bewildered that my son would be "integrated" at all.
What followed was a series of strange emails with pushy questions about why we were "walking away from such a great chance" and "rejecting this opportunity.." I stopped replying and decided enough was enough..
A few weeks ago (about two months since my last email with the director) I ran into a mom at yoga whom I knew had her son enrolled at the school. I casually mentioned our initial interest and how we declined the acceptance. I watched as tears filled her eyes. She told me of how she had pulled her son from the school due to bullying, strange teacher behavior and mounting doubts over the stability of the school. She was uncomfortable with the amount of time her son was made to stay outside, even in inclement weather. She was weary of the stringent nutritional guidelines and was tired of forcing her child to bed at such early hours. She went on to reveal how much money they had sacrificed and lost to send him to school only two half days a week because he could not "adjust" to the full week. We talked for over an hour. I felt so sad for her.. It's not the only story I have heard..
So, in short, though my wounds are fresh. I still have nothing in compare to the pain many of you have experienced. I consider myself to have truly "dodged a bullet". My son is now enrolled in another school and we are excited to send him to school with a juice box