So if I love them so much and think they are so great and know, in my heart of hearts, that they are smart boys.... why, for the love of God, is it so incredibly difficult for me to deal with CC's middling grades? I have let it get so far under my skin that I can almost taste the bitterness of my disappointment. I know, on a theoretical level that if I would just stop putting so much pressure on him that it would probably help him develop the self-confidence to put more effort into school. Theoretically. But at the same time, I refuse to let him walk away from his school responsibilities (like studying) without serious repercussions. And this kid would walk away every night if we let him! I am so frustrated and tired of battling with him over homework. I know that there are other things that he would rather be doing. He doesn't need to tell me this every night, does he? I also know that he hates homework, thinks it is stupid, and that I am a mean person for making him do it. He tells me that most nights, too.
Oh, yes, I know that 15 minutes of reading a day can be very upsetting. And, God forbid, another 10 minutes of studying spelling words is enough to kill a 9 year old. It certainly seems to be true, anyway, if the vehemence with which these protestations could me measured.
Sorry to wander into sarcastic territory, but I really am fit to be tied over this whole thing. CC is an absolute charm to be around: he is well-spoken, usually has impeccable manners, has a charming sense of humor and is comfortable with just about anyone. And when I compare social savvy with with the letter I got on Saturday from the school district recommending that he attend summer school. AGAIN. It just makes me see red because he seems so capable of breezing through whatever he puts him mind to.
We had a little heart-to-heart after I got the letter, which, thankfully, I didn't open until after our "date" on Saturday night. (Daddy-007 and the other two sons were out of town with friends.) And we are now in an "attitude readjustment" phase. Studying is going to be enforced every night at 5pm. If there is so much as an "Aaaaaaw, man!" accompanied by a scowl, then TV privileges will be revoked for the following day. Yesterday went well, but we will have to see how this plays out and how well we can stick to it. I could write more, but will continue thoughts on this later in the week. I was a total mess about this yesterday, but am cooling down. It is so complicated to reconcile the expectations and hopes that I have versus the reality of who my child is and what they are capable of or willing to do. It is a lovely sentiment to say that I'll love him no matter what (of course I will!), but that doesn't help me when I've got dinner on the stove, the Animal trying to stir the boiling pot, Destructo howling that he is starving and CC defiantly shouting that he won't do his homework because it's STUPID. *tired smile*
Tomorrow will be another VLOG day. I am teaming up with some other humor bloggers to talk about our Saturday Nights. Mine will be documenting my date with CC, so you'll be able to witness his charm first-hand.