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Practice Makes Perfect

Training for a marathon has taught me many things so far.  I think that is why God has allowed me to get to this point uninjured.  I am growing spiritually and in so many other ways.

One way is as a homeschooling mom.  I have not be a big lover of repetition.  Counting, addition, subtraction . . . all done over and over again, just to make sure the child has them "down" . . . um, no thanks.  I saw it as boring.  And who wants to be bored while doing school work?  I figured if J knew it, we could move on (plus it shows up on his math worksheets anyways, so why go through flashcards, etc if he has to do it on a worksheet anyways?).  I also did not see the value in having him do lots of handwriting work.  His handwriting is horrible, he struggles with it, and does not like it.  I know it will come in time, so why force it now?

Well, that was all until I started training for my marathon. 

I run. A lot.  Mile after mile. Day after day.  You could say, I am practicing for the big day.  The day I run 26.2 miles.  And, I know how to run.  I could probably run 26.2 miles tomorrow.  It would not be pretty, but I could get through it.

So, why am I running so much? Even on days when I do not want to? When I have to run on a treadmill and I am BORED during the whole run? 

So I get better.  So I get faster. So when I do run the marathon, I will be ready.

Isn't that what I am supposed to be doing for J?  Getting him ready for the marathon of life?  Sometimes there are going to be things that you have to do that will bore you.  That you won't want to do.  But it is so that you can become better and ultimately, achieve your goal. 

So, our homeschooling is slowly transforming.  I am not making J do hours of monotonous work, but I am having him do more copy work, more handwriting, and even more math.  And I am not accepting poorly done work.  Instead, we work together to correct the form of the letters and numbers, so that his handwriting becomes better.  I have been more intentional about teaching him the importance of working hard and doing things well.  I have explained, as simply as I can, that being a student is his vocation right now and by doing his work well he is serving God.

And, if that fails there's bribery to give him some incentive, if all of his work is done well and he has a positive attitude about school, he can earn a sticker for the day.  He also wants to copy the Declaration of Independence and I told him that if he does that well he can earn 5 stickers for that.  And after 50 stickers, he will earn this Lego Castle that he has been wanting. I will let you know when he earns the castle. 



We started this last week and so far it is going well!

Comments

  1. Great post, some real life lessons need to be learned regardless of where the classroom is.
    Glad your training is going well.

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  2. Great post! Love the marathon/homeschool analagy! I think some days it's harder! All 5 of mine are enrolled in Seton though, this saves me TONS OF TIME!

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  3. I don't know how you do it (homeschooloing or marathon training!) but you're doing awesome!

    And I love what you said about supporting priests. We are lucky enough to consider a handful of priests among our best friends :)

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