I admit, I’m a meany.
My daughter called me a “meany” this morning because I told her she wouldn’t be going to her grandmother’s today until she finished a workbook page.
Prior to summer vacation, we got summer workbooks for both kids. Each day is two pages of exercises in writing, reading or math.
About every other morning I pull out the books, put them in front of the kids at the breakfast or dinner table, and say, ”Go for it.”
My son - surprisingly - is more willing to do the pages. He gets through them quicker than I think he should, then starts shoveling hashbrowns and eggs down for breakfast.
My daughter keeps coming up with other stuff she “must” do: stickers, coloring, beads.
Mind you, she’s in preschool and not even entering kindergarten in the fall.
But still, I’m trying to set a routine for August when school resumes - both kids will projects and reading during the week.
Really, I haven’t pushed my daughter much. My son is further along in his book.
But then I worry I’m leaving her out.
I know it’s summer. Maybe I shouldn’t worry so much about my daughter - until next year.

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