I am not one to devalue an education, now having said that, I am going scream... I hate homework! I am sitting at the kitchen table, the frustration building and building, trying to get my child to focus.
How do teachers do this? Everyday? I think teachers are
amazing. I can’t seem to teach my very own offspring the very basics
educationally, and I love them. How do they do it when they don’t love them?
How do they do it when they don’t even like them? There is no way a teacher
likes all of his or her students. Not all of the time anyway. Hell, I don’t always
like my own kids. I especially don’t like the one that doesn’t already know how
to multiply/divide fractions!
I raise my head off the table (I was previously banging my
head against the table top) and protest, “you are making this harder than it
has to be.”
“Don’t yell at me,” he whines.
“I am not yelling!” At least I think I wasn’t yelling. There
is a buzzing in my head and I was trying to be louder than it.
Seriously, I think, is this really necessary? I can’t ever
recall a time my parents sat down with me and did homework. As a matter of
fact, my parents’ motto was that it wasn’t their homework; it was mine, therefore
I needed to do it on my own. A task I didn’t follow through with regularly.
Then again, I spent my teenage years hanging out with kids
who knew all the alternative uses for glue. I begrudgingly remind myself that because
of my negligence towards responsibility and my affinity for other amusements, I
wasted most of my early adult years working crap jobs. I didn’t work my way
back to college until I was in my mid-thirties. I know that I don’t want that
future for my little guy.
“Take a deep breath,” I say (more for my benefit than his). Then I capture his little face
in my hands and say, “you are the brightest crayon in the box, so we can do
this……”