I hated homework when I was a kid. I never saw the point in my having to practice stuff at home I already knew. I still don’t by the way. I understand its importance for those who might need a little help though. I thought I was trough with hating homework after I was done with school. Silly silly me I was so unprepared for the daily battle I have to face now with my son.
My son is just starting to get the grasp of reading. He isn’t really doing that great at it yet and still needs some help. He thinks that I should do it for him. “Mom I can’t read that word.” he says. I tell him to “try sounding it out I will help you if you cant figure out the correct sound for it.” His absolutely defeated hurt response is usually something like” That’s not helping! You don’t know what helping is. I can’t do it, I hate you!” All while he is sobbing. I usually get him back on track with telling him about the fun things he can do if he sucks it up and tries, but, other times we sit there for an hour both not budging on the issue.
Reading homework is not the worst though. The worse homework battle starts in the car on the way back from school. We will both be so Happy. I am glad to see him, he is happy he got a good behavior report in school. Then he ask the dreaded question.
I have just declared war on my son in his mind. He has to do spelling homework. He does not want to do it. He hates It. Its the one thing I hear him constantly say he can’t do. It breaks heart heart but I know its stuff he needs to learn. We trudge through it all week till we get to the dreaded Thursday. The spelling test is tomorrow and I have to find some way to make sure he knows these words. I try quizzing him at first. I am met with such apathy that it makes me really worried. He flings out letters to me with such randomness he can’t possibly be even considering what the word actually is. So I send him to the table to study.
He sits there and refuses to look at them. He doesn’t want to do it. How to you convince a six year old to study their words? I try and tell him what will happen if he fails a class in school. I try taking away his favorite activities or toys. I try rewarding him for passing the test. I am met with a brick wall, and all I am managing to do is bang my head against it. By the end of Thursday I feel like I have been in a gladiatorial arena. Him and the spelling words all ganging up against me.
I give up this week, can it be the weekend yet? I would really rather enjoy the time with my son.
This post is illustrated at the request of my son. He has been very interested in the fact that Mommy has a blog. the only critique he had was “Mommy you don’t have any drawings it needs drawings.” So let me know in the comments what you guys think. Is my son on to something here?