my morning

I have been praying to the Lord to help me connect with my son.
He really hates school. It is like pulling teeth to get him to do his homework. I have to agree it is terribly boring work that he brings home. I do understand how hard it is to focus on something that you just can't stand everyday and then have to bring it home, to what should be your sanctuary, and have to do even more of the pointless busy work. Then you hate the work so much you can't focus on it to get it done and it takes you hours to finish something that could take 30 minutes.

My poor boy.

I was talking with my husband this morning and we were trying to understand where Michael is coming from when the Lord stepped into my mind. He put me back in the fourth grade, that is where Michael is now, and I remembered how hard it was for me. I remembered just how much I HATED school work. I am not even hitting the tip of the iceberg as to how much I disliked fourth grade and the studies it included. I remembered how I would come home from school and would start my homework when I got home and at 9:30 at night I would still be doing the torturous assignments. I started to cry. I could remember feeling so stupid because I just couldn't get it. It did not interest me and my brain did not want to understand it no matter how hard I studied it. My teacher, Mrs Harden was evil too, she would tell me just how stupid I was for not understanding what she was "teaching" me. That was the first year I really had my heart broke. Look at me, 30 years later still crying while telling my husband how much I hated 4th grade and how small and stupid I felt.
Oh dear Lord, thank you for reminding me so that I can help my son not feel the same way I did. Talk about answering your prayers when you least expect them! I am so thankful to have this awful memory this morning. Granted, I think coffee and a biscotti could have been easier to handle, this is what I have been asking for, a way to help my son. Hopefully I can ease his hatred of pointless studies and maybe help him by sharing my disdain for them too. I don't want to send him down the path of life hating the whole learning process. Now that the pain of my past is fresh in my mind I am going to use that to make his experience better. I might have messed up the first half of his 4th grade experience but I refuse to mess up any more of it from this day forward! His teacher better look out, because here I come!!



Okay, no I have no idea how I will make it better right now at this particular moment, but by this evening I will have a plan!