three weeks into their new school year, survived and enjoyed the "get to know each other" schoolcamp, had their first batches of homework. Mom feeling like a little Viagra pill during the first week keeping spirits up and happy.
With tears in his voice Son nr. 3 announced yesterday he was ready to go back to his old school. Familiar surroundings, no stress, no home work, less confusing. The fact that he fell off his bike yesterday and tumbled into some thorn bushes (Ouch!) didn't help either.
Just as you think you know your kids they surprise you. I would have thought this particular one would have the least trouble adjusting and now he is going through a bit of a rough patch. Homework for him is like it's written in a foreign language -well, it is actually, French, English, math) and he can't grab the notion that he doesn't need to answer the questions in his workbook by heart, that it is all written down in his books, that all he needs to do is read!
Read....well yes, reading is not only going through the motions of moving eyes across the sentences with or without lipsync but actually understanding what is written out there. No honey you don't have to memorize it, just read so you'll be able to answer the questions, it's all there, believe me! And there he goes, quivering lips, reading again and doggy big brown eyes up to me: Mam... I've read it and what do I write down now? Together we go through the questions, spell out the answers and he writes.
Yes honey, that's right but you accidently wrote it in the wrong place you see?
Nothing that time couldn't help I hope but I feel so sorry for him.