Me : “Okay …4 times 5. Let’s count up in 5’s using the blocks. Five….”
Her : “Ummmm. 10……….and ummmmm” *sticks finger in her mouth and stares at ceiling.
Me : “Come on, we’ve just counted up when we did 6 times 5. It’s 15. Let’s do it again”
Her: “5, ummmmm, 10, ummmmmm, 15…………………………………………………………*shouts* 34″
Me: “come on, we’ve just done it, you know it’s not 34″
Her: *baby voice* yes it is.
Me: “Right, lets take you to bed I can’t do this anymore”
Her: *starts crying* “but I neeeed to do my homework”.
This isn’t isolated. She mucks about, she doesn’t concentrate, she purposely says the wrong answer, claims she doesn’t know things she has just said.
To be honest, I’m starting to see something familiar going on and I can’t but wonder whether this familiarity harks back to the later 70’s and early 80’s when I was attempting to grasp the basics with maths and english.
I have no firm memories but sometimes I feel like I’m talking to my younger self.
So bloody frustrating.
How do you stop yourself from getting annoyed?
I know she’s capable. I know she’s like me, above average capability but lacking confidence, concentration and interest.
Get me on a good day, I am cheerfully persistent and kind and try different things to engage her, but get me on a bad day and I really struggle with not getting very very cross.
Is this it for ever more? Am I going to be punished for my own lack of enthusiasm for learning by experiencing the difficulty of myself through my daughter?