Dex has been an asshole lately. A right asshole.
Talking back, arguing, whinging about absolutely everything, being generally antisocial, negative, rude and blaming all this behaviour on anyone in the local vicinity that may have even glanced in his general direction within the last 48 hours.
Painful. Really, really fucking painful.
Tonight I told the kids that from now, the only nights tablets will be allowed in bed with them is Friday and Saturday nights after I read an article taking about the effects of technology on kids minds – I’m a big fan of technology and believe that it is a necessity in everyone’s lives and can teach so much but I also believe that kids don’t know how to control their impulses and walk away.
I noticed that the kids and especially Dexter is a lot more edgy and aggravated after he’s been on it for a period of time.
They took that news pretty well. I explained why I had made that decision and they accepted it.
Then I told them it was reading time.
Yelling. Shouting. Throwing books. Throwing tantrums. Threatening to leave.
I ended up shouting “what the hell is going on with you?!”
And he cried. My little baby boy, my first born, the tears welled in his eyes as he looked up at me and I wanted to cry too.
I laid down on the lounge next to him and curled myself around him. I asked him again “what’s going on?”
He said “I don’t like year 2. I don’t want to get older. I want to go back.”
It’s really one of those can’t fix things that happen as a parent. I asked him what things he doesn’t like.
He said the work was too hard. It isn’t fun. He misses things that they did in year 1 like computers and ipads for maths most of the time. That sometimes his teacher is unfair.
So we got a note pad. We wrote it all down.
His main things
- Make it easier
- Make it more fun
- Make it fair
We talked about the make it easier. He told me that he had trouble with the maths and needed the teacher to tell him what a right-angled triangle was because he didn’t know. That some of the questions are hard. I asked him if he could draw the triangle for me and he did it perfectly so I showed him that he had learned, that that is the purpose we go to school and it is okay to need to ask the teacher for help so we ticked that one.
We also talked about writing because his teacher told him that something was too messy to go on the wall. So beside that we wrote “practice”. We also have a pen pal to write to for that one.
We were talking about being fair. His teacher said they would get 5 points for their table for good writing but they only got 1 or 2 and that made him feel like he was really unfair. He also said that sometimes his teacher yells at one of the other kids and it feels like he’s being yelled at as well. We talked about how his teacher is probably just a louder person and isn’t actually yelling but it comes across like that.
We talked about the ways that he can get table points. He wrote down
- Be nice
I asked him how he felt now that we’d written or all down and come up with a plan.
He feels a lot better. He asked if we could all write it down in a problem book. If we could write all the things down in a book and figure out our problems.
My beautiful, intelligent boy – he constantly teaches me things and has wisdom beyond his years. I’m so lucky.