I’ll admit it. I have briefly panicked about this. I’m sure I’m not alone.
I have thought about how frustrating it can be just to get my children to do their homework some nights.
How they sigh audibly if I try to correct their pencil grip. How their eyes glaze over every time I try to explain something, even when I’m answering a question they’ve literally just asked me. How I bristle with annoyance each time I see the way my son writes a lower case ‘e’.
Then my logical brain kicks in. This is not the same as homework. This is not going to be done at the end of the day, when the kids are tired, when I’m trying to cook dinner and get them ready for bed. This is not something I need to panic about.
So as I take a few deep breaths and contemplate the weeks ahead I’m telling myself the following things.