…or so I thought. Matthew got in the van after school today with a face on that would stop a clock. Here we go, I thought. Reality has set in. School is school, regardless of where he is. He informed me he had a science test tomorrow and he was totally ticked because it was going to interfere with his evening plans. Not to mention that it was everyone else’s fault that he has to study tonight because if he had known about it last week he could have been studying all along, don’t ya know. Yeah, right. Imagine. After much griping, complaining, and eye rolling we sat at the table to begin studying. I tried to talk to him about accepting responsibility and owning up to his own tasks. Right now, he is in school and nothing takes priority over his school work. I explained that he could start studying a little bit every night so he wouldn’t have anyone to blame for not telling him until the night before there was a test. You can just imagine the attitude I got for that. Seems like Matt wanted to get snarky. He was getting snarky with the wrong one tonight.
I opened his binder and started flipping through his science work to brief myself on what we would be studying. I can’t explain how it felt to open his work and flip through the pages. There were 6 pages of notes that he took entirely independently. His printing was legible and his work was neater than I have ever seen since he began school.
I’m going to brag and share a couple of pics…
I have never been so proud! Again, something so simple as copying notes from the board has always been a huge undertaking for Matthew, something that many take for granted. His penmanship remained consistent throughout the pages and perhaps most important, he stuck with it and didn’t give up. He was proud of his work and was eager to show it to me.
Best of all was that this set the tone for our study session. Matthew was much more familiar with the material than he gave himself credit for. We breezed through most of it in no time.
What a joy. Our homework session ended on a much happier note than it started. Happy Mom and Happy Matt. Couldn’t ask for much more than that. Now for tomorrow. Fingers crossed that he doesn’t become too anxious like he tends to when he hears the word test.
Until next time…