Not good. B. Lake is on break from school and I spent the bulk of my day trying to help him with his homework. I like B. Lake’s teacher very much, but this schoolwork is ridiculous. Why is my son – a special education student – receiving reading assignments that he cannot read – and can’t understand, even when they are read to him? It’s the same frustration I’ve had for years and it never seems to go away. It’s one of the reasons I tried homeschooling B. Lake, and hung in there for two years before admitting that I just couldn’t do it. The stress was killing me.
And today, trying to work through this impossible pile of homework, I thought, “Oh, yes, I remember now. This is how it felt when I was homeschooling B. Lake. This pounding headache, this tightness in my neck and chest and jaw, this racing heartbeat, this urge to strangle something or someone. It’s just like old times.” When it comes to teaching this particular child, I do not have what it takes. We do what we can and we are who we are.
Tomorrow is another day, and considering the amount of work B. Lake still has to do, I do not find that thought comforting at all. Come, Lord Jesus.