The Boy, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about third grade, which is his standard take on school. He has his strengths. He’s a great reader. He could charm the boots off of a Texan. He’ll be the next Jon Stewart once he hones in on what’s funny rather than what’s mean. But he only does these things when he chooses. Try to force him and he’ll dig a trench and hunker down.
This behavior doesn’t really work in a classroom with 20 other kids, which means that the academic year can be rough for us all where the Boy is concerned.
Much like my summer plans, we shoot for the best case scenario with regard to the rest of the year. Then we celebrate the small portion that actually works out.
Adrienne Martini is a freelance writer, instructor at the State University College at Oneonta, mom to Maddy and Cory, wife to Scott, and author of “Sweater Quest.” Her columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/parentingimperfect.