Keeping the boys on track with good grades is kicking my butt. I’m really not sure I’m up to it, but I accepted the responsibility when my husband and I agreed I would be the parent staying home.
Sam returned from school a while ago with an abysmal score on his pre-test on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Now I happen to consider Dr. King one of the greatest Americans of our time and I wasn’t happy that Sam wasn’t “getting it”. For the weekend that followed I came up with study guides, matching questions, flash cards; I mean that boy knew everything about Dr. King there was to know. His big test was on a Tuesday and when he came off the bus, discussing the test was our first order of business.
“How’d it go?” I asked; my fingers crossed.
“Pretty well.” he said.
I quietly commenced to pat myself on the back as we mommies do sometimes when we know we’ve made a difference in our kid’s lives; and to keep from going insane.
Come Friday when papers came home I was shocked to see the big fat 60 on his test sheet. Sammy had missed four of the ten questions on Dr. King’s life. I looked at the test. There was a paragraph to read and questions following the paragraph. They weren’t exactly the questions we studied but the paragraph clearly laid out the information required. I was deflated; and then I was MAD.
“Sammy, you come here and read this paragraph right now and then you’re going to answer every one of those questions.” I bellowed.
Sam came over, read the paragraph on the test and commenced to answer every question quickly, correctly and without hesitation.
“Why in the world did you miss those four questions on Tuesday?” I demanded.
“Because Mom-I didn’t read the paragraph at the top of the test.” He said.
“Why not?” I snapped; simply incredulous.
“Because Mom.” Sam said.
“I thought that would make it too easy”.
I don’t think I can handle this for the next 10 years.
Parenting Tip of the Day: I read a great tip in a magazine the other day. When your children bring home oversized artwork that you’d like to remember but cannot keep due to space limitations, take a photo of them holding it. You can keep the photo, discard the artwork (with their concurrence of course) and have a smaller, more manageable way to keep the memories of special projects.