"You are the cause of most of my stress!" my thirteen year old accused me today.
My jaw dropped in surprise. I mean I create a lot of my own stress, but really? To be accused of creating my childrens' stress? That was rich in irony. Especially considering the context.
Sheriff came home from school saying that his book project is due on Wednesday. Firstly, he had told me that there would be no project for the current book he is reading. Secondly, he had failed to read the 10 pages in the morning and 10 pages at night as I had suggested so that he would be finished the book by the beginning of January. When I asked him where he was at in the book he told me - page 110. I could swear that was the same page he was at over two weeks ago. With 284 pages in the book a Wednesday due date to finish the book plus a project, things are not looking good in terms of spare time.
When he had the gall to ask to play video games I said no and told him to go read. I know. Even the tears didn't phase me. But when he told me I was the cause of most of his stress after I had given him a steady way to finish the book on time... well... I made him apologize - and read.
And read.
I know my son thinks I am torturing him. But perhaps one day he will thank me for teaching him how to be better prepared, how to be responsible, and most of all how much I really, truly, actually do love him.
2 comments:
You are awesome Robin!!
Hang in there..
my 3rd boy is 17 ...sigh... they are inventive, challenging, annoying, heart-breaking & adorable all at the same time a roller coaster of emotional adventures .... proud of them..and no matter how old they get they are our little boys!
...Rascals! ;-)
<3 Michele
Thanks. I had the thought that day that I had better buckle up because it is only just beginning with Sheriff being the first of my teenagers and three more to go.
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