Today we got stuck on spelling again. Chee-Chee had a bad day. He kept writing down the wrong letters though he spelled correctly verbally. It's strange how our mind, mouth, and hand work together. I take it for granted that my hand will write what my mind wills and my mouth says, and yet it does not seem to work for everyone. Chee-Chee's inner working is a mysterious box I can't get my mind around. I find myself stumbling along, some days congratulating myself for smooth sailing and in other days hitting a wall and crumbling in a heap. I would ask myself, bewildered, Did he eat something unusual for breakfast or change his morning routine? Yet, these things happen upon us as randomly and inexplicably as a computer crash, and what we end up with is a blank screen.
I have to admit I did yell. I gave up on the 23rd word (in a list of 25) and walked out on him and took a shower. Sometimes I think it's much easier if I just go out and get a job and let someone else teach him. But who else but I would feel so personally responsible to see him succeed?
I think, besides perhaps coal mining and fighting terrorists, homeschooling is the hardest job in the world. Maybe I am exaggerating just a bit.
Computer 101: When all else fails, reboot the darn thing by hitting the power button...
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Keep going! Chee-chee is lucky to have you. In school he would get care, but he'd have to wait in line and I can't promise the teacher would love him. Sometimes after my meltdowns I find the "I'm sorry" snuggle time certainly makes up for it. A teacher would never give him that (it's too creepy).
ReplyDeleteYes, after "venting" in my blog (which was strangely therapeutic), I did tell him "I'm sorry." I'm learning that I need to pull out before a meltdown happens.
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