First time mum of a high schooler
So we've managed to survive our first term of high school - phew!
I have to say that having a child start high school is less stressful than when he started kindergarten. Could also be that the poor child is the eldest of five so I'm not too fussed by the lack of communication from the school to the parents (which I know lots of parents find hard).
I've also decided that it's time for him to step up and take a lot more responsibility with his homework and projects. In many ways knowing less is good. I can't rescue him because I actually don't know much about what's going on. When he doesn't study for a test - well, he's certainly feeling the consequences of that (except for the time he fudged his way through a history test and got full marks - all thanks to those "Horrible History" books!).
The thing that is a bit painful is his last minuteness - sudden remembering of homework due the next day at 8:30pm. We've been pretty tough on him about this - he needs to go to bed at a reasonable hour and just needs to start his homework earlier. Of course, we are apparently the only parents in the entire universe who have a set bedtime for their Year 7 child so there has been some unhappiness about this at times. Most of the time he doesn't argue - he's pretty exhausted.
We're also apparently not giving him enough freedom and his friends at school keep pushing him, to push the boundaries of what we will and won't let him do. Fairly tedious. The fact that we won't let him hang out on the internet whenever he likes, doing whatever he likes is also apparently outrageous and I quote, oppressive (we sound like some kind of military regime). The shock, horror of - gasp - not being able to watch M movies continues (although I'm not really sure what he's up to at his friend's houses - see, I can be a bit chilled!).
I feel a great weariness descending about the years ahead - the ongoing battle between what we think is acceptable, what his peer's families are cool with and how to not make him feel ripped off and resentful and angry with us the whole time. Ahh - deep breaths.
I have to say that having a child start high school is less stressful than when he started kindergarten. Could also be that the poor child is the eldest of five so I'm not too fussed by the lack of communication from the school to the parents (which I know lots of parents find hard).
I've also decided that it's time for him to step up and take a lot more responsibility with his homework and projects. In many ways knowing less is good. I can't rescue him because I actually don't know much about what's going on. When he doesn't study for a test - well, he's certainly feeling the consequences of that (except for the time he fudged his way through a history test and got full marks - all thanks to those "Horrible History" books!).
The thing that is a bit painful is his last minuteness - sudden remembering of homework due the next day at 8:30pm. We've been pretty tough on him about this - he needs to go to bed at a reasonable hour and just needs to start his homework earlier. Of course, we are apparently the only parents in the entire universe who have a set bedtime for their Year 7 child so there has been some unhappiness about this at times. Most of the time he doesn't argue - he's pretty exhausted.
We're also apparently not giving him enough freedom and his friends at school keep pushing him, to push the boundaries of what we will and won't let him do. Fairly tedious. The fact that we won't let him hang out on the internet whenever he likes, doing whatever he likes is also apparently outrageous and I quote, oppressive (we sound like some kind of military regime). The shock, horror of - gasp - not being able to watch M movies continues (although I'm not really sure what he's up to at his friend's houses - see, I can be a bit chilled!).
I feel a great weariness descending about the years ahead - the ongoing battle between what we think is acceptable, what his peer's families are cool with and how to not make him feel ripped off and resentful and angry with us the whole time. Ahh - deep breaths.
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And, we no longer run rescue missions to school, or anywhere, with forgotten sports gear.
I asked if it was likely her friends would hang out at our place, or don't we have enough electronic gadgets (no ipods, iphones, xbox, wii, flatscreen etc) and she said no, due to having younger sisters.
It helps to know we're swimming against the tide together.
As for high school, I'm kind of looking forward to not being so involved...