I've already heard things like this (use your very whiniest reading-to-yourself voice),
I hate school.
Why do I have to do this?
I hate writing.
I'm not doing it.
I hate spelling.
I'm not doing one more problem.
I already wrote a sentence.
I hate math.
I'm not reading one more Bible verse.
I hate school.
Do I have to?
Why are you making me do this?!
Then, there is the constant falling off the chair, dropping of the pencil, staring off into space, tattling on siblings, laying the head down on the table, staring at me blankly, etc.
I sometimes ask him (okay, I've given it away that it's mostly, okay- entirely, my oldest who does this) what he thinks his teacher would say about his comments/behavior if he went to "big school" (as we call it). But, you know, he's never been to "big school". I remember that and try to ask the question again in terms of Sunday School or PE. He loves PE and Sunday School and not just because his Daddy is currently his SS teacher.
He admits that he wouldn't act this way, but you know what? Who are we most grumpy around? Who is it that gets the brunt of our attitude and moods? Who is it we feel we can safely express ourselves to without using much of a filter? Our families? Our spouses? For a child, their mother?
Alright, so it all makes perfect sense. But, improper behavior and disrespectful comments need addressing and working on. I'm not making a blanket excuse here. Just so we're clear.
I don't like how it goes down on those bad days. I don't like how angry I get. How it taints our moods toward each other for the day. How I let him get under my skin when *I'm* the adult, the one that's supposed to be setting the example. How I can get so frustrated with someone I love so dearly.
So, I pray for the fruit of the Spirit (Gal. 5:22). Those of us who homeschool (or parent, for that matter- it's really all the same) know how much we need every single one of these fruit to get through our days relatively unscathed.
Then, sometimes I hear, "I love school!" or "Mom, you're smart!" (I love that one) or "We get to do history now? Yes!" or "What? Don't stop! Read more! One more chapter, please?!"
And, occasionally, even sometimes in the midst of complaining, I hear, "Mom, you won't ever send me to big school will you?" And I answer in the same way I do every time he asks, "Only if you, Daddy and I all think it's a good idea."
His face softens, my face softens and I realize it's all worth it even though it's certainly not all peaches and cream.
It's not. You got that point, right? Okay. Just making sure. Pin It