Buttercup and I have survived our first month of school—and I mean that literally.
She’s still alive, and her head hasn’t lost one strand strawberry hair.
I still have all of my own hair, and I didn’t succumb to any worldly vice, so I can say, it’s been a pretty good month.
Sure we’ve had our disagreements, and I use that term lightly. Buttercup is after all, a full-fledged red-head and a hormonal 12 year old girl, so drama is expected—actually a lot of drama is expected.
I can’t blame her for all the turmoil, I must accept responsibility for my share. Truthfully I would love to say it’s all her. Every melt down, every argument, every bump in the road has been Buttercup’s fault, but I can’t. Some of those headaches I brought on myself by expecting too much.
When I look at that empty planner (Well Planned Day—my favorite), and see all those lines, I know they must be filled. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a planning-Nazi where every space must have an assignment or task, and I do know this planner is designed to be used by up to four children. So I don’t go OCD crazy and randomly add things, I just see all the amazing stuff I know she’ll enjoy.
Most of the subject choices are easy. We’ve already doing a certain curriculum that she likes, so we stick with it. This year she moved to junior high, so I felt it was time to make her work more of a challenge.
Some of this was not the challenge I signed up for. Take for instance a workbook on Economics. It’s a tough book, but it’s short, the lessons are short, and it will only last a few more weeks. She hates it with as much passion as she hates broccoli, but she’s resigned that the book will be finished soon. There are still protest and groans, but she will finish that book. Who said we have to like everything in life and school? I’m sure you see the power struggle there I refuse to lose.
The Econ workbook aside, it’s heartbreaking to watch your child with tears of frustration sliding down her face. That’s the reason I began homeschooling. I could no longer watch my little melted Buttercup struggle with homework night after night. I knew sitting in a classroom must have been much more difficult. Nothing is worth that kind of frustration and anxiety.
So I have a fresh, new planner in one hand. It’s just so pretty and clean. The original full year planner with all its goodies is in the other. As I look at the full planner, I wonder what I was thinking. There’s no way all of that could be completed. From now on I will keep an eye on a time schedule as well.
Now I’ll merge the old with the new. We have a new science program she’ll like better to schedule in, and I’ll emphasis what she really likes without compromising the other basic subjects. September will be a much more relaxed month.
Hopefully I’ll see my Buttercup in full bloom more this month than last.