Attendance is overrated. As a teacher I was always a big believer in good attendance. And don’t get me wrong, I still believe. But my son works his butt off and every once in a while he needs a brain break in order to recharge. It takes him exponentially more brain power to do half of the work of everyone else so it only makes sense that he might need a breather.
Homework really is a problem. A MAJOR problem. My son comes home from school each day and he needs to play. It has been a long day and he needs to blow off some steam. By the time he’s ready for homework its time for me to cook dinner. By the time dinner is done, I need to put my 2 year old in the bath. By the time we’re ready to start homework, my son is exhausted and homework is a nightmare. I know for some kids the homework is too easy but for my son it requires a lot of time and a lot of help. It is homework for me just as much as it is for my son. The battles we have- you wouldn’t believe! Or maybe you would- any suggestions?
Kids love worksheets and workbooks.I used to think that worksheets were a teacher’s easy way out. You can give a kid busy work and he or she will quietly do it. But I never really believed that these worksheets offered any useful teaching. Now that I’m a mom I see it a bit differently. My son LOVES workbooks. He loves feeling that he can sit down and independently do something and feel successful. So I have become more open minded about these pages. If they’re correctly chosen they may actually serve a purpose.
Being on time is not as easy as you think. Unless your brain works like my son’s, you might not realize that there a lot of cool things to distract you while you’re getting dressed in the morning. Or brushing your teeth. Or putting on your shoes. Or getting your backpack. Or walking to the car. My son is an early riser. He typically wakes up in time for us to have almost two hours to get ready before he needs to be at school. Yet EVERY DAY we end up rushing at the last minute. EVERY DAY.
You might as well just check out the library book to me. He is so excited when he brings home that Star Wars book from the school library. He runs in the door and puts it down so he can remember to read it before bed but, alas, forgets where he put it. We often don’t see the book until the next week when we’re frantically searching for it because tomorrow is library day again at school. Thank you, god, for the Iphone reminder I programed into my phone!
Report cards really don’t give me much useful information. Developing. Progressing. Needs improvement. I’m not sure what these mean. I know what skills you’re working on. I know what his IEP goals are. But at the end of the day, I want to know how he’s keeping up compared to everyone else. I used to work at a very competitive private school and parents used to ask me how their child “ranked” academically in the class. I used to feel that it was such an inappropriate question. Teachers don’t rank first graders! And they shouldn’t. But now I understand that place of anxiety from which the question is coming. What we’re really saying is, “Is my child keeping up with his peers?” “Is he going to be okay?” “Please tell me he is not failing”.
Kids love desks. As a teacher I preferred cooperative tables because of the type of learning they provided. I always assumed that kids like tables better too because they felt less rigid. But then my son started first grade and the thing that he was the most excited about was that he got his own desk. He felt like a big kid and he takes the responsibility seriously.
I’m more nervous about school than my kid. I want you to like my kid. Hell, I want you to like me. Enough said.