We camped, visited family in Canada, did summer homework, celebrated a lot of birthdays and a wedding, and swam. It was not a remarkable summer, but it was a lovely one. I am often one of the moms that is all too ready to have the kids back in school, have a routine again, etc. This year, not so much. I would have loved a few more weeks of summer vacation. I really enjoyed my kids and miss them, the house is quiet with just JJ and I at home.
Summer turned 5 |
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Troy turned 8 |
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Em turned 12 |
So what made this summer different? Perhaps the kids' ages. Perhaps how they get along (most of the time) and are eager to help with the littlest one. Perhaps how they are old enough to really help out with housework and barn chores and working together is a good thing. Perhaps it was the summer homework.
And here I pause. The homework gave us a bit of routine in otherwise open days.
- Math pages and phonics to be done before you take off with Pake and I don't see you till dinner.
- Get reading, you have to read two chapters today.
- How is your report coming on that book?
- Do you think that is the main conflict? Is it internal or external?
- Yes, Kate, six pages of math today.
- No, Emily, you may not take a break, ever! Haha, kidding, finish that page and then get a snack.
- Troy, sit down. Do the next question. You have five minutes to finish that page...... Etc, etc, etc!
Oh, they were tears, sometimes the kids', sometimes mine. But we persevered. Yes, we. I did every page of that phonics book, discussed every event and conflict in those novels (even the ones I didn't read, thanks, Google) and marked almost all of the math books. I counted pages-left-to-complete and divided by days-of -summer-remaining and then sat on the kids as they worked. :-)
And I would do it again. We will do it again.
My son is not a strong reader. And I am to blame for that. If I let him slack off like we did last summer, he would be still playing catch up in December. Not this year. We worked. And we bonded over Jack and Annie in Ancient Greece and Rome and the Wild West. Over circling the special sounds and marking the vowels. Over one more page of math problems.
And guess what? I think he likes his time with Mom. He doesn't argue (as loudly) when we head up to our reading spot. And he is keenly aware of the story (he made two correct hypothesis in our latest mystery with Cam and Eric) and reading two chapters doesn't elicit the groans it used to! Good thing because 25 books is a lofty goal and will take many hours, but we will do it!
And the icing on the cake, my big girls have discovered that books are good. That there are interesting, great stories out there. We just have to find them. And the sprinkles on that icing? Reading bedtime stories to Summer and JJ is becoming a sweet little habit. It will be sweeter yet when JJ discovers that "Froggy Builds a Treehouse" is not the only book in this house!