It is the time of year when you begin to hear complaints from the kids about their teachers. Cries of “My teacher hates me!” and “My teacher is mean!” are played out over the dinner tables in many of our homes. So what do you do? How do you know when to step in and when to let your child work it out for themselves?
If you do all these things the first week will go off without a hitch. The weeks after that, well, you are on your own. But at the very least you will be able to look back and say, “Hey, remember that first week? Man, I had it under control!”
It’s time to start recording all those important dates in your new school year calendar. Let the kids help out this time, or fill-out their own calendar, with a fun page of event stickers for the whole new school year!
My nine year old daughter is a perfectionist.
This past six week marking period she got her first ever B. She stomped up to her room and slammed the door. It hadn’t occurred to me before this that perhaps being a perfectionist had a negative side.
Once I graduated from college I thought my homework days were over. Little did I know that once I had children I would have homework once again. These days just the word homework causes my shoulders to slump and release an exasperated sigh. The second question out of my mouth every single day is “What kind of homework do you have?”
But what happens as the years pass? I never really hear people talk about this. What about redshirting from the other side of the equation, when these boys are getting ready to graduate and move on to college. Six, eight, ten years later are the parents still happy with their decision.