First off, let’s focus on the positive: I’m crazy proud of this kid who joined an all-adult knit-along this morning to advance her skills and learn to knit socks. It was definitely one of those moments when you gaze at your kid in awe and wish you could be more like her. Love. And her palpable excitement when Nathalie dropped off her sewing machine was contagious—even though I know I’m better off not touching that machine myself!
Noah did well on his spelling words. And we did some French work with the roots of words and locating word variations in a text—and he was amazing! I have to admit, I went into that lesson very skeptical of what we might accomplish, but he surprised me. He’s been surprising me in wonderful ways more and more lately. (Also in not-so-wonderful ways, like hiding behind doors to scare the living daylights out of me.) He built a Lego dragon today, his Eïd gift, and the stories have been flowing. He walks around, narrating the movie that is his life. Or his dragon’s life. Love.
Leila. Well, we did get in some snuggle time this afternoon. Other than that, she refused to get dressed, she refused to brush her teeth, she refused to finish any food on her plate at any meal, she refused to play math games, she refused to listen to a story, she refused to clean her room, she refused to shut the door… Need I go on? This afternoon, she came to me crying, saying she wants to go back to school. I took a deep breath. How badly am I failing at homeschooling her if within the first week she hates it? I considered the options. She could easily go back to school at this point. It would play out for us much like last year when she was in kindergarten. I did tell her that she has the choice—but I also told her that whichever choice she makes, she has to stick with it for a full academic year. I’m not pulling anyone out of school or putting them back in in January.
So we talked about what she misses about school: Mme Chantal, Zoe and Emilie. She said that if she was in school, she wouldn’t have to practise writing letters. So we talked about what Grade 1 would be like: a new teacher and yes, handwriting practice. And I told her that if she could be a good listener for the next few days, we would invite her friends over for a play date.
And then I went to talk to Saïd, who was home today for Eïd. “She wants to go back to school. It’s a possibility. I’m clearly not meeting her needs right now; she’s so distraught.”
Saïd: “She’s six years old, this structure of the day is new to her, and you’ve been home all week. And she’s had too much Eïd candy.”
Right. Deep breath. Tomorrow’s the weekend. Week One done.