Other posts on school or homework here.
Homework, assigned or self-imposed by the meany parent that I am, will be the end of me.
So I switched gears and I found myself in a rather enlightening parenting moment the other night. But to get to the point about the analogy, please allow me to provide some background first:
My third grader does not get a lot of homework in the form of the bring-home, repetitive, fill-out-worksheet, regurgitate-memorized-information type. And frankly, I’m on the fence whether I want to have him do this type of work, or not. On the one hand, practice and repetition is a good way to learn foundational material, like arithmetic, but on the other hand, no one in this house or within proximity of earshot to this house wants to hear the complaining about those kinds of activities.
Still, grade 3 is elementary school which is foundational learning which in my view requires a certain amount of repetition. But my child finds the entire idea *boring*, and *crap* and won’t do it without a certain amount of, let’s use the word encouragement, from me.
[insert parental eye-roll]
But I insist on it anyway. Continue reading