Sigh.. Kids..
April 15th, 2008I love my kids. Technically I only have one kid, but I claim the other two even if they will always be “step” kids. I love them.
If you know me or have read from me before you know the wild/crazy times that my house seems to continually spin in. Life has not really changed over the last several months since I blogged about my kids.
My Oldest (daughter) is 11 (12 in December). She is in 5th grade, and has tested to be in the 70th percentile of 5th graders in the state of Indiana. She’s a bonehead. I don’t TRULY know how to address her most of the time. Her report card: all D’s except for a C+. I hear you in the back.. “wait.. what about this 70th percentile crap, brent!” I don’t know. I just don’t. The girl is bright beyond bright, but its far more fun to goof around with friends than to actually do WORK. Although, to her credit she DOES work, but she blazes through it at lightspeed and typically does relatively poor. I don’t expect straight A’s on my kids. I think that’s unfair. I like have expectations that go under what I’m really capable of, its like a cushion but its one I extend to my kids as well. What I do expect is mostly B’s.. Some A’s and if you had a rough time in a subject a C is okay. Sound terrible? Doesn’t to me.. My daughter shows me her report card of all D’s and 1 C+, and says.. “I got a C in Math! Why are you upset?” I blacked out after that and woke to find out I had been red faced wild eyed angry.. here on known as “crazed maniac mode, or CMM”. So that was over. Girl is done with her grade review.. now for my boy
Preface on the boy. He reads at a 6-7th grade level. He tests into the 85+percentile in Indiana schools. He.. Has decided he’s boycotting 4th grade. Not in like a socio-political outcry.. He just doesn’t “feel” like doing work. What does he do in class? Color.. and when the crayons/pencils are taken away for this..he makes paper airplanes or stares at the corner. Needless to say he’s sporting mostly failing grades. Unlike the girl, he shows NO caring that he’s failing. None. Its like he is testing whether or not he will actually have to do it over. I know what your saying “Brent, get on that boy.. get him! No 9 year old should be allowed to run rampant in such a way”. If I could find you, I’d punch you. I have done everything conceivable on the legal side to get him to do his work. Nothing.. Grounded? He’s like permanently grounded. He doesn’t go anywhere, or do anything. And he seems genuinely shocked he’s in trouble over this. He does all the little things teenagers do to get into trouble with their attitude and he does all the things 4 year olds do to get into trouble. So this guy like, BREEDS trouble for himself. Spank? done it. Yell? done it. Positive Reinforcement? done it. Mix all of the above? done it. I sincerely think the boy is brilliant. Not smart, brilliant. Like Good Will Hunting brilliant. I don’t understand him not wanting to get the good things in life by acting accordingly. He acknowledges that he messed up on whatever our talk is about that day (grades/attitude..) and apologizes, but is he really sorry? I just don’t know anymore. I love this boy so much. For so long I thought it was cause his “real” dad wasn’t having anything to do with him or his sister. This isn’t the case anymore. He’s still not as active as I think he should be, but its become a weekly thing almost for them to see him. So thats probably not it, although you can’t really track that and as kids they don’t know where their feelings lay for things like that.
Then my 4 year old. This poor guy gets the short end of the stick. I have to spend so much time kicking the other two around (figuratively) that I haven’t got him reading or writing anything yet. I feel like I’ve screwed him over big time. I’m really soft with him now, its like I don’t want to punish him at all. I want to soak up every second I can with him. I feel like I’ve cheated him, and he has no other dad. Nobody takes him every week and ports him into a more fun existence. He’s stuck with me. I want him to be as good/better than the other guys, of course.. I just don’t know what to do. I could SWEAR I was doing right with the other 2 all this time. Now I just don’t know. I feel like, like maybe I messed them up.
My dad told me, “..there’s no instruction manual for parenting. You’ll mess up. You will. The key is to do the best you can.” My biggest concern here lately is.. What if my best isn’t good enough?