Homework

I have these pretty severe memories regarding homework. I distinctly remembering hitting these walls of ...I am still not sure what they were, but inability to focus on what I was doing. Really though, not just something that was a choice of mine. I remember just trying to make myself pay attention and it became this awful time where it was my will against whoever was trying to impose something else on me.

I tell Henry all the time that we have the exact same brain. He thinks so much like me that it honestly, honestly scares me sometimes. It kills me to see him struggle. But, at least I have perspective, and I have devoted myself to making learning a better place for Henry.

He actually had a really good time with his homework today. He normally spends about half an hour on homework and then 15 to 20 minutes reading every night... not bad for second grade. I don't want "homework" to become a dirty word in our house. I sit right next to him, every night, and correct papers while he works. I tell him he can take as long or as short a time to accomplish his work as he wants, and I don't put pressure on him to hurry.

This year, I have really seen a change in him. He seems to be embracing school in a whole new way. I love that.

Good work Henry.

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