Teaching your own children can really have its ups and downs. I am sure that many moms of school age children have experienced the, 'My teacher knows everything and you know nothing' phase of early elementary. I will never forget the day that my eldest brought home a spelling list in grade three and one of the words was spelled incorrectly. As we were going through the list and came upon the word, I pointed it out to my son and wrote down the correct spelling for him to study. He started to freak out on me and cry. How dare I say that his teacher could be wrong.
I was so taken aback! I tried to calmly explain to him that everyone makes mistakes, even his teacher. I told him that we would talk to Mrs. K. and let her know of the error so that all of the children would not study the wrong spelling. I showed him in the dictionary the correct spelling. None of this helped, he was just furious with me that I had the audacity to question his teacher.
When I spoke to his teacher the next day, we both had a good chuckle about it, and she happily fixed the mistake.
My kids still get upset when I have to tell them that they are wrong, or that something they have read or seen is wrong. My son just asked me for some help with adding mixed numbers and fractions. When I started to go through it with him he began freaking out, throwing a hissy fit because I wrote out all the steps and he thought he should skip the first one. Even though in the example they showed writing out that first step. Even though in the question above he had done it the exact way I had shown him. Even though when we went through the question aloud we had done that step. The reason he was so upset is because they only left 3 spaces to write out the steps and when we wrote them all out we had 4. Therefore Mom must be wrong and he should throw a complete fit.
I can not begin to tell you how angry I felt at that moment, I wanted to slap his face to make him stop screeching. I don't like feeling that way, I scared myself. I guess I know a bit about how he feels being questioned.
Anyway, we made up and now he is just quietly resentful...
Last night was a big hockey night for our boys. Both had hockey games and they both won. Considering the poor records teams have racked up lately, this was terrific! My eldest had numerous opportunities to score, but kept fanning on the puck-he and his Dad were both a little frustrated at that!
My 10 year old had an incredible night though, 2 goals! He normally plays defense and the scoring opportunities are few and far between. Last night he was asked to play forward and he got the game winning goal. Very excited little boy. He kept getting out of his bed to tell me how excited he was.
My girly did not have such a great time at hockey. We took the eldest to his game and waited there for Daddy to show up from the other boy's game so that I could take the little ones home to bed. My little Monkey boy decided to carry his big brother's hockey stick into the arena. Just as we got to the doors, he swung it around and hit his sis in the eye. Look at the bruise!
When Daddy finally showed up around 8:30 we found out what kept him. An elderly couple was driving in front of him and the light turned orange as they were in the crosswalk. They slammed on their brakes and stopped almost in the intersection. So Brent slammed on his brakes and started to steer into the turning lane to avoid them, but his huge truck started sliding and he ended up clipping their rear quarter with his right front corner.
He was so upset, worried about them, worried about our boy who was in the truck. Of course his truck just has a scratch, but their car needs a new bumper. Thankfully no one was hurt at all and the couple is being easy to work with so far. But so much for almost 20 years of accident free driving. Poor Brent.
Edited to add:
Oh, I finally added some photos over at Immortality Art!
I forgot to mention that last week Brent was on the receiving end of a similar accident. Someone slid into him at a red light. And with similar results, his truck barely had a scratch, but the woman who hit him totalled her bumper. Then today he was with his brother in his (brother's) brand new car and his brother was in a small accident. I don't know the details yet, but... What is going on? The roads are horrid, but really! I think I want my husband to just stay home for a few days. With me, safe. I wish I didn't have to go out today, but I have no more diapers and taekwondo awaits. Say a little prayer for us, will ya?