Chapter 1429: Chapter 1010: Full-time Mom’s Counterattack 18 (Five Thousand) (Part 2)
If he was genuinely interested at the beginning, now he already regrets it, because the process of practicing piano is too boring, boys can’t sit still, and the slightest lack of cooperation gets him yelled at. Every day he pouts and says Mom has changed, that ever since he started elementary school, his gentle, kind Mom has disappeared.
His little mouth sure runs slick, but as soon as he starts doing homework his true colors show. Homework that could be finished in an hour, even half an hour, he has to drag out till ten o’clock. Even the best patience gets worn out. Gradually, she stopped bothering with him and just said, "You have two hours to finish. If you don’t, then you’re done, we move on to the next thing (shower, piano practice, Practice Writing)."
At first he thought it was great with her not interfering, feeling double the joy. He’d touch this, pick at that, eat, drink, poop, play around, dawdling until even he felt that if he still didn’t do his homework it really wouldn’t make sense, then he’d finally go do it. He had no sense of time, because in first grade they hadn’t learned to read the clock yet. Only after learning the multiplication table could he firmly recognize the clock, the kind where you can say the time without thinking.
On the first day the plan was carried out, sure enough he ran over time and didn’t finish his homework. She put it away directly, dragged him to play piano and Practice Writing. He brought his emotions along, deliberately going against her, refusing to play or write, arguing with her, the "whatever you tell me to do, I’ll do the opposite" kind.
Can Qi Qi really say she wasn’t angry in this situation? So she just ignored him and let him mess around outside. By ten o’clock, when it was time to sleep, he had already been spacing out for an hour. From his expression you could tell that several times he wanted to come over and talk to her. She ignored him, went straight to wash up and go to bed. When the big living room was left with only the child alone, he suddenly burst out crying.
Qi Qi didn’t go out to comfort him; she shouted loudly,
"You’re not little anymore, you’re already an elementary school student, you ought to take full responsibility for your own behavior. When it’s time to do homework, you don’t do it. When it’s time to practice piano, you don’t practice. You just throw away your time for nothing, and drag me to waste time here with you. As a result, you haven’t finished your tasks, and I haven’t finished mine either. If you finish quickly, maybe you can watch cartoons for half an hour. But look, you’ve wasted your time, you haven’t finished anything. Now I’m telling you, go do whatever you want, I’m going to sleep, because it’s already bedtime. You do what you’re supposed to do at the set time, I told you this long ago, didn’t I?"
"As for you, if you want to keep doing homework then keep doing homework. Piano is not allowed, because it’s too late and will affect the neighbors. Practice Writing is okay. If you don’t finish the tasks I assigned today, tomorrow your punishment will be doubled. You’ve lost your chance to make up for the piano, as for the others, suit yourself. Remember, I didn’t deal with you today. If you still don’t finish even under double punishment tomorrow, then don’t blame your Mom for coming down hard on you!"
Kids are already tired of this kind of threat. They know perfectly well it’s not very useful. As long as it’s not about studying, he behaves pretty well in other aspects, sensible and all. But once it comes to studying, he drops the ball. The kid is a good kid, not wanting to study is normal, but if parents don’t keep an eye on him, you’re going to rely on the teacher?
There are dozens of kids in one class, how can the teacher keep track of them all? In first, second, and third grade, the gap isn’t big. In fourth, fifth, and sixth, the gap suddenly widens, especially in third grade: a kid who usually scores above ninety might suddenly drop to seventy or eighty.
Studying doesn’t work by cramming or by nagging. In first and second grade she didn’t want to push him too hard either, just to build good study habits first. As for how far he ends up going, parents only need to do their duty and have no regrets, the rest is up to him.
If you keep staring at him all the time, you’re tired, and he’s tired too, and it might not even work. You have to let him suffer a few losses.
Take this rough kid for example, he doesn’t want to wash his face, brush his teeth, or shower. Every time you tell him to wash up, it’s like you’re forcing him.
She’s Mom, she can’t bathe him for him anymore, it all depends on himself. You can’t see whether he’s washed clean or not, but you still worry yourself sick.
So when she sits in the office to work, she actually feels incredibly relaxed, because for the moment she doesn’t have to worry about this kid, doesn’t have to keep urging and nagging, her nerves don’t need to be tight. How nice is that?
This also explains why dads would rather work overtime at the office than go back to that household in utter chaos.
A widowed-style marriage doesn’t just show in not caring about your wife or your parents, it also shows in your children’s education. You simply can’t count on him. When you’re scolding the kid, he’ll pop out a few lines from time to time, and whenever you snap back, "If you’re so good, you do it," he always shuts up at the key moment.
