Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Thursday, February 10, 2011

her school work is driving her to tears!

My daughter is struggling in school. Precious Madison is nine years old and in the third grade. It really doesn't seem to bother Madison at all that she is bringing home D's and even some F's on tests. It certainly bothers me though. I feel that it is my fault. I am the parent who is home, who is suppose to be ensuring that all my children are learning and preparing for studies and tests. It is up to me right? I am so torn.

My oldest, Luke, is ten years old and in fourth grade. He is a completely different student than Madison. Luke is independent and absorbs his studies right off the bat. It seems to come naturally for him. Sweet Madison, on the other hand, her strengths come in different areas. She is very smart but tends to get distracted very easily and rushes to get school work done so she can move on to better things. The rushing causes her to make mistakes, often silly mistakes. Maddie's technical knowledge and kindness of heart(except for her little brother, Micah, whom she constantly fights with and tends to be less than kind to) towards others is amazing and beautiful to see in a nine year old girl. I couldn't be more proud of her!

But I am concerned. I struggle with traditional school in a few aspects. We have considered homeschooling for our children but have not taken the plunge. There have been times, especially this school year, that I have been faced with traditional school teachers not realizing that children learn differently and at different paces. A teacher sees a child progressing at a slower and different pace and a huge red flag is thrown up. To me, that is not necessarily a bad thing.  Each child is so individualized and commands different learning techniques. That is what makes us so unique and special! I know it is probably impossible for most school teachers to adhere to all their students many different ways of learning. The teacher has her/his own way of teaching and therefore all their students are expected to learn that way. Especially in a classroom of 25+ children. But this is exactly where I am, and have been, having a problem with traditional schooling. Now that my own children are getting older and coming in to their own, so to speak, at school, I am finding out how each of my three school age children are such different learners. Madison is very hands on and needs a visual explanation to help her absorb her learning. It may take her four or five times, sometimes more, to really grasp what she are studying and be ready to hash it out on a quiz or test. Maybe she gets nervous during test taking. Maybe she is too worried what other kids around her are doing and what number they are on. I just don't know.

Of course my husband and I have talked to Madison about her performance in school. More than once. As I said before, it really doesn't seem to bother her. She is just in third grade. Should it truly be bothering her at this tender age? She gets so stressed and distraught doing her homework at times. She ends up in tears. I end up in tears. It just doesn't seem right. She is in school from 7:45am to 3pm. She comes home with more work to be finished and some nights the workload is very heavy. Am I wrong in thinking homework should be at a minimum? I think homework should be a quick review and more emphasise on installing a love for reading. I believe reading at this age should be a priority. But after the hours of homework, dinner and bath there is no time for reading. Sigh.

Madison is so precious. She is a joy and brings laughter and femininity to a house full of wild boys. She is so smart. I just want to do right by her, you know. I want her to enjoy school and learning. I want her desire for learning to last a lifetime. I do not want her to get discouraged and think for a second that she is not smart. But I am afraid that is what is beginning to happen.

Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we figure all this out. I would love to hear from any of you that might want to share your own school stories. What works for your family in terms of studying? Do you home school? Is your child struggling? Please leave a comment.       

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Who am I?


1. I love to fish.
2. My favorite sport is football.
3. I am a big athlete.

Who am I?

If you guessed our oldest son, Luke, then give yourself a big pat on the back because that is correct!

At Luke's parent/teacher meeting night, moms and dads had to walk around the classroom and guess which self portrait was our child, based on the three clues given. As soon as I saw the above listed clues, I knew I had found Luke's portrait. The three clues were really helpful and I can spot Luke's handwriting a mile away. 

I am a big athlete?! My, we think highly of ourselves don't we! In Luke's defense he is a perfectly well-rounded child who excels in both academics and sports. I am not at all bias. Ahem!

I do have to wonder what is up with the mustache and black turtleneck. Luke can't stand wearing a polo for more that an hour at church let alone a restraining turtleneck!  

The stache is just hilarious!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

first day blues

Our little Brady James had his first day of school yesterday.




We decided to put him in moms day out two days a week for now. He had been talking about going to school for days and wearing his backpack around the house. Brady got very upset when Luke, Maddie, and Micah got to start school and he did not. We felt fairly confident he would do well and be hip to the idea of saying goodbye to Mama for a little while and going to his own school.

Boy were we wrong.

Brady was fine getting dressed for school. He was fine packing his lunch and getting his backpack on.






He was even fine loading in the car and driving to school. It was once we got to school, stepped inside the building and were walking down the hallway that he came to a screeching halt. He started shaking his head saying he didn't want to go to school. He needed his Mama. The tears were streaming down his cheeks and he had my neck in a death grip.

Aaron and I walked in his class with him and showed him around. Aaron took him to the Lego's and tried to get him distracted while I met his teacher. Brady watched his Daddy like a hawk. If Aaron moved his leg the slightest bit, Brady's lip would start to quiver.


We finally just had to sneak out when he wasn't paying attention. Only we weren't sneaky enough. As we walked out the door we could hear him crying.

I was fine. Really I was. My husband on the other hand....not so much.

Let's just leave it at that.

Four hours later I went to pick up my baby. This is the face I was greeted with.



He survived his first day of school, as did his mom and dad. His teacher assured us he stopped crying soon after we left and he had an excellent day. He even made a friend, Jessie.

We shall see how day #2 goes this Friday.

Just look at that face! Those blue eyes. That pointy chin. That Buster Brown hair do.

Someone should really outlaw cuteness of this magnitude.