This here is Zachary’s very first homework assignment. When I signed him up at his day care/school/whatever you want to call it, I certainly didn’t expect to be doing homework with my two-year-old. I’m not complaining, because it was just as fun as it was frustrating.
The project was intended to incorporate the family into the classroom. I guess it was supposed to be a way to get parents involved with their child and interested in what they are doing at school, which I’m all for. Plus, it will get to hang in the hallway by his classroom so he can show it off and be proud. I just hope he appreciates all of my hard work.
From my understanding, the project was supposed to show a little bit about who the child is. One of the suggestions was to use pictures, so since I take a million pictures anyway I chose that option for Zach’s project. I chose some recent pictures of him, pulled out my old scrapbooking supplies and went to town.
The hardest part of the whole project was trying to give up my perfectionist ways and let Zach actually help. I wanted him to be part of it and to enjoy the process with me but it was so hard when he wanted glue stars on top of the pictures I had just cut out and framed. It was really hard to keep myself in check and more than once I let out a “No!” when he tried to put something in the wrong place. I don’t know why I couldn’t just let him do it.
The final project came out pretty good. It isn’t like he’s being graded on it or anything, but I really felt those straight “A” perfectionist tendencies coming out in myself. I still want to go fix a few things when I look at it, but I have to remind myself that it is Zach’s project and as long as he’s happy with it, I should be too.
I suppose I might as well let go now because I’ve got another 15 years of overseeing projects and homework with this one.
As I get further into the month, I’m finding that my 30 Days of Thanks posts are getting harder and harder. I am so blessed in my life that it should be easy to find something to be thankful for, but some days I’m just not in the right frame of mind I suppose.Today, what I’m the most thankful for is my Hubby. Last night, when I was at the end of my rope with Zach because he wouldn’t go to bed for the 20th time, I told Hubby it was time for him to take over. I was quickly losing my temper and knew that things were not going to get better if I continued trying to coax Zach to bed. Not only did Hubby manage to get him to bed, but Zach actually stayed in his own bed all night and I got a fairly decent night’s sleep. It may not seem like much, but it was exactly what I needed at the time.