At the age of 8, I would come home from school, eat a jam butty, and go off to play out with my friends. I am pretty sure I never had homework. Of course, we are talking about the previous century, and things are different now; but I’m starting to feel very pressured by the amount of homework I’m expected to encourage Bernard to do.
We have an ongoing literacy project where he has to complete a piece of creative work every week, an A4 page of maths questions handed out on a Monday to be handed in on Thursday, and “spellings” which isn’t a list of words to learn (that would be easy) but, for example, “write 12 sentences explaining the meaning of homophones.”
We are not the sort of family that has activities every day after school, but goodness knows how one gets all this done if you have to fit in extra curricular ballet and tennis as well. We have swimming on Tuesdays, and a five minute violin practice to fit in most days, and a child who wants to play with his friends and has no inclination to sit down for half an hour after school and do more work.
As a parent my options seem to be to ban the fun until the work is done (a good life lesson, perhaps?); put him to bed later so he can do it after tea; or teach him to rebel (a better life lesson, perhaps?)
Oh parents of Team Uborka! What do you do?