"Ooh, third grade, " a friend says to me. "Tough year.""At least you have a good teacher," another mom chimes in.
Her words should have comforted me except for one small problem... my son HATES his teacher.
He greets me on the school steps every afternoon upset, worn out. He's boiling over with pent-up rage that seeps out steadily, punctuating our walks home with whines, demands, and impotent punches at the air.
After a snack and some outside play he calms down but soon it's time to start homework ... and in our family dictionary the definition for homework is: NIGHTMARE. I cannot think of anything short of painful medical procedures or pulling my fingernails out one by one that I would LESS like to do with my son.
I want to cradle him and smack him at the same time.
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I empathize...its so hard for a parent to be a tutor at the same time. I also understand that math, even at that age, was awful. I taught elementary school during the summer and know how hard it can be because at that age, kids are developing at all different times.
Oh, that sounds torturous. I am so sorry.
My brother has the same evening hell with his son over homework. Mine is still too young...
Ah. I remember those days. My son had a couple teachers that he had personality conflicts with; those years where the worse.
He loves math and hated writing and his teachers would always not make him do it in class since his mom's an English teacher. "You could help him at home." Worse moments of our relationship.
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