Saturday, August 13, 2011

Getting Schooled Again...


While the nation considers the impact of the credit downgrade, the worst of the worst of the GOP battle it out to see who can be the most rabidly homophobic nominee for president, and the internet squabbles over petitions demanding that Bert and Ernie get married....for the rest of us, real life marches on. So it is that our summer is coming to a close, My son turns eleven, and that means....it's back to school again.

In the next four days we will be getting our back to school haircuts, as well as shopping for mountains of school supplies and new clothes....enough for four children. With all that gear, it will be time to get back into our disciplined schooltime routines by Wednesday, the first day of school. The kids are not the only ones who are excited and bummed out all at the same time. the end of summer means letting go of all the fun things we did and the luxury of sleeping in(which I will miss most) and video games on weekdays. However, with a new school year also comes the anticipation of seeing old friends, learning new things, and making the parents proud/sad at how fast our kids are growing up. This year, should prove to be a big one...


This Year Selena is going into first grade. Every year that she advances I am left flabbergasted, because it seems like such a short time ago that I was taking Daniel to first grade and Selena was just a baby. Now that baby is standing in her brothers shoes and it makes me proud and breaks my heart all at once. She has always been excited for school and hated to watch her brother go off to school while she had to stay home. she loved preschool and she would always talk with wonder about that far away day when she would go to "big girl school"...aka kindergarten. Now kindergarten has come and gone and so has the baby my daughter used to be...ah crap...don't cry daddy Bryan....little girls have to grow up someday and Selena doesn't want to just grow up, she wants to be on the accelerated track. This year she will add, subtract, learn money, tell time, and learn to read lots of words I half suspect she already knows...ensuring that I can never spell out words I don't want her to hear when talking to Jay. By this age, Daniel was already fantasy-marrying girls from his class as well as random desert items. I don't expect Selena to be any different....Oh, and did I mention how she squeeled with delight over the new Justin Bieber backpack we let her buy this year?...Brace yourself Dad, it only picks up speed from here....*sigh*


Daniel is entering sixth grade and that is a SCARY grade for me because I clearly remember myself in that grade. I know there will be crushes and heartbreaks, as well as peer pressure up the wazoo, and I hope....a commitment from Daniel to do better scholastically.

Daniel is a class clown and cares ten times more what's going on with his neighbor than what's on the paper in front of him. If Daniel thinks no one is watching, he will stop doing what he knows he should because he doesn't think it will be noticed later down the line. This tendency made last year and this summer a living hell for him because he spent most of it on restriction. This year I am bringing down the hammer before he has the chance to think no ones paying attention to him....because this year everyone will be. I am putting him on academic contract with the school and any thing fun he wants to do will have to be earned first. Welcome to daddy bootcamp...

But with Dad riding him like a hound from hell, I also know that this year marks his transition from kid to tween. Emotional and social issues are going to be huge. One of the mile stones of all sixth graders who want to grow up one day to be an awkward teen is...sixth grade camp. Oh the joys and horrors of sixth grade camp. I remember it well...in my nightmares. Swimming in snow melt waters so cold I was sure my guy parts would never come out again. campfire skits that were sheer hell for my social-phobic shy self and the traditional closing dance between the boys and girls that induced straight up panic. But as scared as I was of girls at the time...others were definitely not, and kids were often sneaking away from hikes to experiment with stuff I could only imagine at the time. And now my son will have that experience too....oh hell.


Daniel is not nearly so afraid of girls as I was, though he still pales at the thought of actually kissing a girl. That's a bridge I know he will cross sooner than I would like...but tough shit dad, its coming anyway, and sixth grade camp could just be the place to meet that milestone. Also, the thought of Daniel in a cabin with several other boys just like him is enough to make the blood drain from my face(insert scream here). I'm sure there will be more contraband materials floating around that cabin than the average state prison. Yet...As his father, I can see him standing at the edge of childhood and about to fall headlong into being a teen. and all I can do is go along for the ride.


And then there is the dreaded homework.....

I don't think any of us loved homework when we were kids....and I still hate it now. I know that when I graduated high school I celebrated the death of such an evil institution. And now that I have three school-age children, it's all back again like the villain from a horror movie that never dies. The schools give so much more homework than they used to! My son struggles with it from the time he comes home, till I am putting dinner on the table. A part of that struggle is his reluctance to just settle in and do it so he can get on with his life..but an additional component is the constant research and/or craft projects they keep sending home from each and every subject. It's kind of ridiculous and every grade it gets worse. Between Daniel, Selena, and who ever else we may be fostering at the time....I feel like I am doing homework too. I get sincerely tired of trying to drag three tired kids through their homework after a long day at school. It sucks for them and for me and sometimes we both meltdown. This year I vow to find a better way.

So here we go...launching another school year that will likely fly by, and with it, leave my children changed both inside and out. Sometimes it is all I can do just to keep up with it and roll with the changes as they happen. I can't freeze time...nor would I want to. Because, as much as I want to hold on to their younger selves, I am also proud of their achievements and excited to see the people they are becoming day by day. And even though it is our kids who are going to school, it seems that we as parents have to roll with the punches and grow at a furious pace too, which always leads me to wonder...just who's being schooled here?

Until next time dear readers....




9 comments:

  1. If only all kids had parents as good as you guys. You'll be just fine this year. =)

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  2. We didn't get homework at my high school. We did get abused though (and yes, they caught the bastards) so I guess I should be grateful for small mercies. Homework and abuse? That would have been unbearable.

    /gallowshumour

    Yeah, I went to what was possibly the worst school in the entire history of education. Daniel should count himself lucky he has a good school and (more importantly) two great dads he sees every day to make sure he's okay.

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  3. You're all doing just fine. It's completely normal to be anxious about the resumption of the school year. And I'm happy that you are helping to dispute the lies of the bigots by being what you are, normal parents.

    Being out of school for several years (But the education never stops!) I still notice the rhythms of the school year in the increased traffic around here.

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  4. Good luck guys!!! OMG..that last picture of the dog is HYSTERICAL!!! I nearly sprayed my iced tea on the computer screen!

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  5. Ahh this brings back fond memories! And yes, it also brings back feelings of horror...sigh. Homework has to be punishment for parents, thats my take on it. The kids are tired out after a long day of sitting still, and all they want to do is run around like wild beings, as they should be able to do. But no, they still have pages and pages of stuff to attend to. If it helps any, I used to set a timer to break the work up into 15 minutes of work, 5 minutes of play. I would sit at the table with them, and do my homework of paying bills, shuffling all the paperwork that it seems necessary to keep a family afloat, shudder!

    Yeah, 6th grade is a toughie for parents, you see your kid on the first step to being a teen, and all of the scary choices that entails. All I can say to you is to keep talking to them, no topics off limits, and let them know that no matter what they do, you'll always love them and will help them out no matter what. I know sounds like a cliche, but it seemed to work for our family. Also having them know that while friends are nice and all, but keep the family fun times and activities going, it seems to help reduce the amount of influence their friends have on them.

    Thanks for a walk down memory lane!

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  6. C'mon Bryan! You know you love it! LOL! Kids growing up is the whole point. I know it leads to abandonment issues for parents, but this is why you work as hard as you do. :)

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  7. School, isn't it fun!
    Your account of Daniel's difficulties reminds me of something. Has Daniel been evaluated for ADHD? Maybe it's just that most of my family has ADHD, but the lack of focus seems familiar. If he does have some form of ADHD, understanding the nature of the beast could make a significant difference. Sometimes boys with ADHD will become a class clown to cover the fact that they Can't focus on the class. I have no idea if that is what is going on or not, and I don't want to intrude, I just thought I'd mention it.

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