K: Mama, why is school closed tomorrow?
Me: It’s Veteran’s Day.
K: What’s that?
Me: It’s a day where we celebrate and honor the men and women who serve in the military—you know the Army, Navy, Air force and Marines? They protect us and…
K: So how do we celebrate them?
Me: Well, we take the day to remember all their courage in protecting us. They are heroes because they risk their lives to protect us and…
K: Wait, so what do we do? How do we celebrate them? Do we give them a party?
Me: No Baby, but you know what, we should.
K: Yeah, um, sounds like we don’t really celebrate them.
Me: Baby, do you see the smoke over there? It looks like there’s a fire in the mountains!
K: Mama, who started that fire? A villain? Maybe Joker or the Penguin did it?! You know Mama, they’re Master Criminals. That means they’re Super Villains. They are really bad guys! Like super bad guys.
K: Mama, what does rich mean.
ME: Well, it can mean a lot of things. But most people think it means to have a lot of money.
K: Oh. What do you think it means?
ME: I think it means that, but I also think that it means that people have a lot of other things. People can be rich with having a good family or going to school and getting to learn and…
K: (cutting me off) Love!!!
ME: Yes. Love is definitely something we can be rich in.
K: Mama, we are so rich in love. Like $100! (*hugging me and kissing my leg)
ME: We so are Konjo!!!
So, as most of you know, homework starts in Kindergarten! Before I go any further, I would like to mention to Pre-K teachers—it would have been nice to transition them to a LITTLE bit of homework during that last year or even 6 months they were with you. If it can’t be worked in to the curriculum, parents who have kids going into Kinder, get a workbook and start doing homework now—SAVE YOURSELVES!!! No, really… incorporate it slowly over the next 6-9 months and you will save yourselves a lot of frustration, tears, screaming, whining, and strait up meltdowns!!!
So back to my experience with homework!!! It’s a NIGHTMARE!!!! Homework sucks more for the me than it does for the kid. I never thought it would be this bad—I thought, “hey, I’m an educator, I got this homework thing!” Um, NO! I am a college professor who teaches kids who already know how to read and write, I have gotta give major love to Pre-K and Kinder teachers—your job SUCKS!!! You are clearly under-appreciated because within 8 minutes of getting K settled to practice writing his first and last name, I am ready to pull my friggin’ hair out.
Can anyone relate to these scenarios?
Scenario 1: He has “traced” the number 5 about 28 times. Now the sheet asks him to write it on his own and he “can’t” do it. He just did it correctly for about 15 minutes and NOW, he can’t do it? Really, son? Really?
Scenario 2: Tracing “Q” for about half a sheet of paper. Does great—let’s me know what sound it makes. Shows me what the upper and lowercase looks like… AWESOME!!! YAY!!! Turn the page to the “identify the letters and say the sounds”… WHOOT WHOO!!! We got this, right? WRONG!!! “Baby, what letter is this?” My son, “I don’t know!” REALLY!!!! REALLY???!!!! You just wrote it like 1000 times just now.
The list of scenarios goes on and on. But if it was just these kinds of things—I could move on, but it’s also the additional sitting still and focusing. My kid has a LOT of energy. He’s spirited. He’s a firecracker. He’s bored sitting in one place. So basically, It’s my problem and it sucks. But we are pressing through and are getting into a routine. I am becoming more patient, putting myself in time out, setting a timer to let him get up, play for 10 minutes, and then get back to it, and finding out what works best for him, and for me.
I will be starting a series of posts with the hashtag #sonowimtheidiot. K is learning so many new things lately and I have seen a pattern with him. It usually starts off something like this:
K: Mama, Do you know that there are windows at the top of the Statue of Liberty, on her crown?
Me: Actually I did know that
K: Well, did you know that a long time ago, you used to be able to visit the top of her and now you can’t.
*Before I can answer
K: Mama, you don’t know everything, now do you.
It’s conversations like this that I will be documenting. Mmmhhmmm!
Scenario: Leaving the gas station on our way home
K: Mama, what does that sign say?
Me: It says, ‘City of Orange’. That’s the city where we live.
K: Ooooooh! I didn’t know that. (thinking) So, what color city do Nana and Granpa live in?
Me: I don’t understand what your question is. They live in Santa Ana.
K: No, Mama, if we live in Orange, what’s the color of their city.
As you know, K goes to public school. He has been attending there a whopping 3 weeks, so we are all still having an adjustment period. It takes some time to learn all the rules, even for the adults. Yesterday, in his folder, we got a flyer about a Grandparents BBQ TODAY! Yes, a whole one days notice! Good thing my parents have no real life—well except for the fact that my mom works full time. But other than that, they are able to go.
Once I saw the flyer, I told K about it and he instantly said, “Well I think we need to call them and make sure they come!” So that’s what we did. He called and this is how the conversation went:
K: Hi Nana and Granpa! Whatcha doin’?
G: Not much K! What are you doing?
N (in the background): Hi K!!!
K: I’m calling you.
G: Oh, ok! How was your day?
K: I didn’t call to tell you about my day, ok. I called to tell you we are having lunch tomorrow at my new school. So you can come, and eat…. ok! (*Before they can answer) Goodbye!
And he hung up!
I, of course, called back to give them the details and whatnot.
Clearly, I have to work on his phone etiquette, amongst other things!