My son is a bit of a perfectionist.
On the last day of Christmas break, he was overwhelmed at the thought of returning to the pressures of grade three. He'd been told that after the break, the students would be expected to complete their classroom work in handwriting. Their printing days would be over.
Micah couldn't fall asleep.
He cried inconsolably.
He was sure he could not succeed.
I imagine that he cursed the cursive.
And now we can all see why. I mean, with a little bit of effort, he surely could have written "dry" properly.
I guess I'll just have to increase his beatings.
I'll have to ask the hard questions;
"Why can't you do anything RIGHT?"
Maybe after that I'll write a parenting book.
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Better yet, send him over to my house to humiliate my 14 year old whose handwriting, in spite of his high grades, pales in comparison to Micah's. He can embarrass my 12 year old while he's at it because his *really* pales in comparison to Micah's. After that we can have a drink and apply for Mother of the Year award together, K?
Maybe I should co-author that book with you Joyce.
B
There's a poster at work that says, "Beatings will continue until moral improves." I love that.
It's amazing how hard kids are on themselves.
ha ha ha!!!! ohhhhhh writing shmitting. why write when you can TYPE!!
Personally, I'm rather fond of the artwork on the side! :-)
He sounds a little like my oldest - she always stresses out about having to get things right. Failure is her worst fear.
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