An unmistakable sign of immaturity. Me today.

Today I was immature. And I am immature on many other days.

I guess I’m complimenting myself for at least acknowledging my shortcomings.

My daughter Taisiya homeschools. Or she does online school. I get confused between these terms. She’s an athlete, a tennis player. There’s glamor in this bragging (“my kid is a competitive athlete”) but there are many challenges too. There is much uncertainty and there are many ugly days.

Homeschooling is one of the challenges. You can’t expect a ten-year-old to have excellent discipline and achieve academic excellence by interacting with a laptop.

I try to help my daughter but there is no consistency. Work, traveling, procrastination, fatigue — I’m not a good parent when it comes to helping my kids with homeschooling.

In addition to submitting various everyday assignments, every now and then my daughter’s online school requires a live conversation with her teacher. It counts towards her grade.

Earlier this week, I exchanged many text messages with the teacher, struggling to schedule a time for this call. It’s a simple twenty-minute catch-up and yet it was a struggle to schedule it. We finally agreed to have the call at 4.30 pm on Friday. Taisiya is currently in Atlanta. She got invited to attend a special three-day camp, arranged by USTA (the tennis organization). My wife — she’s the one traveling with Taisiya for most tennis-related events — said they’d be able to make…