Being that it was my day off, I pitched in and helped my stepson with his homework from the get go. Normally I come in after it is done or late in the process. He finished his math really quickly and then wrote the spelling words he missed 5 times. I had to find a map on the internet for his geography homework so he could fill it in and practice. I unfortunately do not know the states very well. Which was funny. Guess I will know them pretty soon. And then I decided to take a different approach on spelling.
I had him say the word out loud and then spell it. He missed a few and after about twenty words he started losing focus. He would jump up from the chair and dance around the room. I just waited patiently and gave him his space. When he realized I wasn’t going to yell at him to sit down he came back and continued. Boys are so different. He was sliding around, under and over his chair. He would crawl under the table. He just never sat still.I had to refrain from telling him to sit down or hold still. And he is funny. If he would forget to say the word first he would just keep spelling, so I would make him say it and then spell it again. At first this frustrated him, then he thought it was funny so mid spell he would stop and start over. I just felt like it was good practice and saying the word first helped him stop and focus on the word. My husband was no help, he kept making him laugh and distracting him. I finally had to tell him to be quiet or leave. lol
I really enjoyed working with him this afternoon. I kept thinking I wonder if he will remember this. Will he remember that we sat and practiced homework together, laughing and talking? Or will he just remember when I discipline him?
Tomorrow we will practice his multiplication tables out loud.
I like doing the homework out loud. It gives him attention and he is learning. Two for one.
And he has the best sense of humor.
I can’t get over some of the things he says either. He is SO smart. Way smarter than me.
The other night he was telling me all this stuff about the Superbowl. How he was rooting for the Giants. How he and his friends were talking about the quarterback, Tom Brady. He read all this stuff in the newspaper they get at school. Kudos. I told him our family is an AFC football team family, we root for the same guys that play the Broncos. He disagreed (lol) and we discussed the different teams and why we thought they would win. I think hubby will need to brush up on some sports which he doesn’t really like. I can’t wait til he starts playing football. It will be so great to go watch him play. I know that will be my bonding time with my stepson. I will be the sports influence and I love that.
But the real question every night is -
Are you smarter than a 4th Grader?
I seriously question that every day.




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February 5, 2008 at 11:07 pm
A New Beginning
Sounds like you had a good time with Stepson. And to answer your question, he will remember you helping him. I still remember my stepdad helping me with all my boy troubles when I was in high school and helping me better my softball pitching. Kids remember. You are a good soul. I know what you mean about your hubby being counter productive, too. At dinner, my hubby and stepson are both childish. I often threaten to sit in between them so we can eat in peace.
February 6, 2008 at 1:34 am
clevergrl
He will remember this! Keep it up, and it will make it even easier for him to remember. He needs someone consistent in their behavior, you can provide that for him and it will stand out in his mind later in life, that you were there for him, every time.
February 6, 2008 at 4:01 am
Heidi
Thank you so much for you kind comments.
And seriously don’t get me started on the dinner thing. Uhg. My boys are so disgusting I struggle with even sitting at the same table as them. I keep threatening to send them to etiquette school. lol
February 6, 2008 at 5:21 am
A New Beginning
Good luck with the Etiquette school. I’m not sure my boys would be allowed in at all. Especially my “big boy” (Hubby).
Somedays I feel like the only adult in the house and he is 10 years older!!
I guess it is the plight of being XX instead of XY. Having to deal with stinky boys!