Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer

Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Summer School?

Evidently I am a mean, mean Mommy.

Why? Because this past Monday Mommy started teaching one hour of summer school every day. That's every day, Monday through Friday, that school is in session for poor Timothy.

Summer school -- in some form or another -- is something we have always done. While I love summer, and all the freedom it entails, I also acknowledge that a complete break from academics for a 2-3 month period is not the greatest idea. Kids forget concepts, they forget study skills, and it's a shame that a great deal of time is wasted in the fall reviewing concepts from the previous year.

Of course, "school" means different things depending on our summer plans. When we went to Italy two years ago, that entire trip was a learning experience. Not only did we study about Rome, Naples, Pompeii and Verona before we left, but we also lived it. We immersed ourselves in a different culture and experienced a new language. The same thing happened when we visit Washington D.C. or Gettysburg. Really, school doesn't get any better than that.

This year, however, things will be a bit more traditional. Last weekend I purchased a few workbooks, downloaded some worksheets (there are so many sites with free stuff), checked out some books, and tried to think of creative ways to make reading fun (Timothy does not like to read which is something I cannot even begin to understand). Math, reading, art, vocabulary, social studies, science ... we'll even do some cooking.

He is keeping a journal. To motivate him I bought a cute Angry Birds spiral notebook, and every day he reaches into a basket and pulls out a slip of paper with that day's journal topic. The first day his topic was Describe Your Brothers ... I couldn't get him to stop writing. This morning Timothy did a fun exercise involving compass directions and floor plans for a castle. He really liked that one.

Amazingly, once we get past the intial grumpies, Timothy gets into it and an hour passes quickly. And, truth be told, I enjoy teaching.

So, it's summer school, and yet it's not.

Maybe I'm not such a mean Mommy, after all.


OR NOT...

3 comments:

GrandmaK said...

No you're not a mean Mommy! One day they will say, "Thank you, Mom.! It's true and I can attest to it!!! Just persevere!! Cathy

Ellen Stewart (aka Ellie/El/e/Mrs. Seaman) said...

Shock, I think this is a wonderful thing! No falling into the "summer gap."

tiziana said...

Che bella idea!!! Sai trasformare una cosa noiosa in una cosa simpatica da fare. SEI UN GENIO!!!
Chiara purtroppo fino dalla prima elementare ha dovuto fare, durante le vacanze, tanti compiti e anche quest'anno avrà ore e ore di studio estivo. Poveretta. Sarei proprio curiosa di sapere cosa ha scritto Timothy dei suoi fratelli.
Buone vacanze Timothy, sei fortunato ad avere una mamma così brava.