21stamps
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I relate to that as well...and I think it's not exclusive to sports. My mom was overbearing when it came to grades. I got in trouble for bringing home an A- once. And when I won my school speech competition, I moved on to districts, where I placed 2nd, and my mom said "Well, it's not first." People push their kids in all sorts of ways, usually trying to look good themselves. "Look at what my kid is achieving...I must be such a great parent!" They don't stop to think about the pressure they are putting on the kid, and what it does when they can't live up to that. I was always terrified on report card day, because even though I knew I was doing my best, one mistake could mean me getting grounded, or having to give up an activity I loved. I'm very very grateful that my kids do really well in school and don't seem to have the problems I did with reading, but I've been very careful not to praise the result so much as the effort. E used to put SO much pressure on herself. In 2nd grade, she came out of school in tears because she had gotten "above average" instead of "outsanding" in spelling on the national testing they had to do each year. She had outstanding in everything else, but she was upset about the lower score in spelling. And when her teacher said she wanted to give her a bit more challenging work for Math, she drew a cartoon of Sponge Bob saying he wasn't ready, he didn't think he could do it. She was so scared of failing. The teacher showed her the work she wanted her to do, and when she realized she really COULD do it, it wasn't that hard, she was fine and really enjoyed it. But we always told her the only thing we expected from her was her best, whether that was an A or a D. She still gets straight As and she's at the top of her class, but she's much more relaxed about it. She was bummed last year when she got all 9s and 10s on her report card, but was 0.1 point away from a 9 in history...she had an 8.4 and they round up to the nearest number, so an 8.5 would have rounded up to a 9. Most of her classmates averaged a 6 or 7. So she did REALLY well, and at least she wasn't in tears this time...it was more an annoyance to her than that she felt like she had failed. But he had to work SO hard to get her to see that she doesn't have to be perfect. And I think the problem a lot of kids face is that their parents don't necessarily feel how hard they are pushing...they may not mean to be so harsh and just want their kid to have opportunities, which is great. But some kids are very sensitive to the criticism and internalize it in a way that they feel like a failure if they make a mistake. It's so harmful to their self esteem. I think you have to be very careful to encourage without sending the message that you EXPECT top results. I hope that makes sense.
There was a morning last week where I decided to go into work later, I had a horrible cold and chest congestion, just needed a morning to soak in a bath and have some resting alone time.
I cried after T went to school, something just hit me that morning. T gets up to his own alarm via his Echo every morning at 6:15am. He then takes a uniform out of his closet, gets dressed, makes his bed, brushes his teeth, fixes his hair, and then comes in the kitchen to make himself breakfast- usually a waffle or cereal. I’m getting ready at the same time and try to talk to him while he’s eating. Then he exercises or reviews whatever a test is on that day. Then, he goes and stands on the porch to wait for his ride. (We carpool this year)
It hit me that when I was 9 years old, I didn’t do any of that. My mom had my uniform hanging on my door. She woke me up. I didn’t make my bed. I definitely didn’t make my own breakfast. She always had a hot breakfast waiting for me. I don’t even think I had used a toaster myself at that time. If I had to study she would be there with a guide waiting to review with me... not leaving me alone or asking questions as she was putting on makeup in the mirror. She gave me her full attention.
He is so independent and responsible (most of the time) for his age, out of necessity, because he doesn’t have another option.
It just hit me that morning, guilt over the differences in our childhoods and the different pressures he has on him. All I can do is hope that he doesn’t ever look back on it with regret.. or feel too burdened now.
I do have strict rules about grades (which my parents had as well when I was a child), and will continue those rules.. but there’s a difference in my mind between having a B in a class because you studied hard and just didn’t grasp the subject matter well enough, and getting a B when you could have had an A if just applied yourself more.
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