Sunday, February 23, 2014

The wind at my back

I found this picture while doing Spanish memory work and it summarizes how I felt this week. (The link is just for a photo credit.)


All the boys are opening up about their time at school. Wow!  Homework (their homework) still takes hours, but it is hours of actually work instead of hours of squawking and procrastinating.

   Tristan has a plan to bring his last class up to passing.  His teacher said about his Treasure Island test, "Did someone help you?  Are you sure no one helped you?  This is very good work."  Of course it helps that he already knew the story.  He also has to practice dictation, where I read the sentences and he copies them out.  He doesn't mind doing it once, but hates having to repeat it.

   Wyatt noticed his nemesis doing something nice for him.  His teacher has said twice that Wyatt thinks everyone is against him.  He focuses on just a couple of kids.  Since the episode of repeated very bad tummy aches, we have been hitting him with every trick in the book.  The goal is to assure him that we are on his side and to help him see past the annoying kids who take up all his attention.  About the girl  who lied and got him in trouble, "Do you want Daddy to beat up her Daddy?"  About the kid who cuts in line in gym, "Do you want him to be taken out of your class?  No, we better not wish for that because if he gets hit by a car we will feel bad."  And also big doses of "who is one person you can love?"  His friend JoaquĆ­n.  "Who is hard to be nice to?  Which soccer player COULD you play soccer with?  Spanish kids push and hit and cut and tattle.  You can't just look at all the rules you follow, and then be mad that the other kids break them.  You also have to have GRACE and forgiveness."  Wyatt is very law-abiding and way too quick to judge, so hopefully he is learning life-long lessons.  It is working, because he did notice Ramon picking up his pencil that fell, and he was excited to tell us about it.

     We went to the home of my Spanish friend that I thought was gone for good for a birthday party. What a relief to start fresh with all the bad feelings gone and nothing but gratitude left.

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