I usually blog when I feel like I have some insight or great resources or about our process, but this is none of those things. It’s more of a vent or a confession or maybe just a reluctant acceptance.
My children are incredibly slow workers. I’m talking snail’s pace here. Ten math problems can take the whole math time. A short dictation passage can take us half an hour. A ten minute freewriting time is inevitably twenty minutes minimum. We are just slow.
I would like to put a nice spin on this and tell you that my children are deliberate and thoughtful. Or I’d like to be able to say that we are slow, but diligent. Or… something. And while sometimes Mushroom and BalletBoy are being thoughtful or diligent, sometimes they’re just slow for no apparent reason.
Or maybe it’s for a million little reasons. Doodling, wanting to jump on the trampoline, doing school next to your kitchen, eating your Cheerios while you do math, listening to your brother do his piano or watching your mother sweep the floor. Plus there’s Mushroom’s anxiety, telling him he can’t get things done. Or BalletBoy’s annoyance when Mushroom gets anxious. There are too many little ways that everyone gets derailed just little by little.
In the end, it’s okay. I keep us on track. I give everyone a break, I alternate between seat work and movement, I feed everyone gum or snacks to keep us alert. We manage to accomplish most of what we need to accomplish. I have no idea what my poor children will do when they meet a timed test, but for now, I guess the biggest problem is just that school takes a bit longer.
And I just have to accept that.