My Kindergartener Has Homework, Why?

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I deserve a medal, a trophy, a standing ovation, or quite possibly, a vacation. Somewhere sunny, quiet, and tropical would be nice. Alone. I want to be alone.

I just helped my kindergartener with his writing homework. Now, I have a big issue with kindergarteners having to do homework after sitting at school for SEVEN hours, but that’s a rant for another time.

He’s a boy. He’s five. He’s in kindergarten. God, help me.

He, after being allowed to play hard after school for an hour, was still HYPER. I was able to work with him, however, calming him down enough to read (and FINISH) his assigned book. I felt so relieved and accomplished. I was able to stay calm(ish), keep him calm(ish), and he didn’t cry once! Bonus: Neither did I! I thought we were done.

Then, he pulled out a green writing notebook. Oh no. No! I inwardly cringed, bracing myself for what came next. He said those words that I should have seen coming, but had blocked from my mind subconsciously on purpose.

“No, Mommy. I’m not done. Now I have to do my writing homework.”

My shoulders fell, and I almost cried right in front of him. I went from feeling so accomplished, to feeling completely defeated.

The assignment was to write about how each character in the story, we had just fought our way through, used their five senses to do their jobs. He had to give specific examples of each character from the book. Need I remind you: He’s in kindergarten! He can barely write legibly, let alone write a paragraph!

It was a fun game of him writing random ridiculousness, and me erasing it. It was him being a jokester, and me trying to get him to focus. It was Ds instead of Bs, and Gs that looked like As. He made each period look like a capital O that he colored in with large amounts of graphite. He then made each of these giant graphite Os into a picture. At least, that’s what he said they were. He had a cowboy, a planet going around the sun, and a man diving into water.

God, help me. I couldn’t have that fight. If he wanted to make the periods into pictures, fine by me! I was going to let his teacher deal with the punctuation art during one of the seven hours he is with her during the day. I finally got him to put the semi- legible words on the paper. That was my job, I had done my job. We only had to sharpen the pencil three times for the five sentences. I call that a win!

I’m beat. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. He, however, is DONE for today! He’s off in his room playing ninja, and I only cried twice during the ordeal.

My daughter was NOT like this. Is this a boy thing? Moms of boys, tell me this is normal. More importantly, tell me he’s going to outgrow it.

Only twelve more years of homework. I can do this.

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