Monday, May 9, 2016
This is what I'm dealing with.
I was letting Coen know that he had his math homework to do--a computer program called ALEKS. Sometimes he does it right when he gets home, to get it over with. Sometimes he likes to wait and do it in the kitchen amid the smells of my cooking, talking to me between problems.
He doesn't love doing it, but he takes responsibility for it. Sometimes I think he does it just to please me....
Now, when he was in first grade, he had math worksheets he had to bring home and do occasionally. I would sit with him and often he would cry in frustration and I would do my best to help, counting on my fingers beneath the table.
Coen was bursting to tell me when he came in.
"You BURNED it?!" I asked incredulously. Then to Tad, "How is this HELPING?"
So here, next to my note is the one Tad wrote. Another act of defiance.
So there we are. Me, helping Coen with homework, making sure he does it. Tad telling Coen it isn't necessary. And somehow we make it work. I hope he's learning to work with his community and question authority all at once.
But you see..this is what I'm dealing with...a note next to mine, poking fun of the system I'm trying to figure how to help my kid into... nighttime sky and secret fractions into ashes, sparking into the night.
Ah well...what an interesting world my children are growing up in....