This school year has been the school year of the new schedule. Because my children are all two grade levels apart (sadly, William broke the pattern and will be three grades behind Eleanor), our school years go in two-year cycles. The first year is the more difficult year because everyone has increased responsibilities. The second year is easier because we have the same routine, just different grade-level curriculum.
This year Joseph started first grade, which is always a shock to the system for a child when they've previously spent most of their days doing whatever they liked. Edwin started third grade and most of his school work is now done independently without my direct oversight. Sophia started fifth grade and started taking online classes which meant deadlines and assignments graded by someone other than me. Kathleen started seventh grade and in addition to her own school work, got to help Joseph (and therefore me) with his history and science assignments. It's been a busy year.
Third grade is one of the hardest transitions for my children. They move from fairly strict oversight to being mostly independent, and with that independence comes lots more ability to waste their time. We've termed this the 'third grade slump,' and I get the joy of experiencing it every other year. It starts when they realize that nobody is making them do their school work and maybe they can just play instead. Their school work piles up and they get increasingly onerous punishments which they believe can be put off indefinitely. Then they actively fight against having to do their work and won't work even when I try and help them. At this point I start fantasizing about traditional school.
Eventually after multiple try fail cycles, the child realizes in the core of their being that schoolwork is something that is as unavoidable as death and taxes, and maybe you have a better chance of escaping those things than you do escaping your school work. My sanity returns to normal levels, everyone breathes a sigh of relief because mom isn't yelling all the time, and my chocolate consumption goes way down.
Edwin and I reached that happy place a few weeks ago and our lives have become so much better. Every morning he does his chores, comes down to the school room, and pulls out his work for the day. Usually his finishes everything before lunch and then has the rest of the afternoon to himself. I had to leave mid-morning last week for an appointment and his moral will fell off as soon as I left. But the next day he applied himself and was able to finish nearly two days' school by one o'clock in the afternoon. He is so much happier knowing that he can get the job done and I am so much happier having a relationship that isn't dominated by discussions of why he hasn't gotten his work done.
I've definitely learned a few things on this third cycle of the third grade slump. As much as it feels like yelling at your child will work, it doesn't. Sadly. I really, really felt that if they were just scared enough they would get their mind right and get to work. I still don't quite understand all the psychology behind it, but it doesn't work.
Same for getting angry. I realized that I was mostly getting angry because I was afraid that Edwin would never ever learn to get his school work done. If I took a step back and thought about it, I wouldn't actually believe that, but in the moment it was a real fear. The best reaction to yet another failure is shrugged shoulders and an insistence on getting the work done. Emotional hysterics actually aren't as effective as they feel they should be.
You have to have some sort of consequences, but they don't have to be terrible. I thought up the most amazing things to do to Kathleen, including cutting her hair and taking away her toys. Brandon took her for walks to the local bazaar to show what she would be doing as an adult if she didn't do her school work. Sophia got to write sentences (which just made the work longer). Edwin got fined a lot. But really the most effective consequence is losing free time. Edwin spent months inside while everyone else was playing because he hadn't finished his school work. I knew that I was finally getting to him when he sighed to his brother, "I wish I could go play outside. Instead I'm stuck here doing school work." After all, as an adult, the you get the same exact consequence when you don't do your own work - you just have to do it when you could be resting instead.
I also learned that success is the biggest motivator. It has to be real success, not something manufactured by forcing the child to do something. They have to have put in the effort and see that it has paid off. However, you can help make circumstances be more conducive to success. After letting Edwin do things his own way (and fail) for awhile, he was willing to work with me to have more structured oversight. And once he realized that the structure worked well for him, I didn't have to be nearly as involved because he knew that the system benefitted him.
Most of all, however, I learned that you just have to be patient. Learning is a process and it takes time to really understand things. You can tell your child that getting their school work will benefit them, but they don't really feel it until they actually get it done. We all learn by running into the negative effects of our actions, but it takes quite a few times before those consequences are a pattern and not just random effects that maybe won't happen the next time. But eventually, like water wearing away at a stone, those actions and consequences will start to form a pattern and they will see how to get things done. It just make take a lot of secret chocolate breaks to get there.
I am very glad to have a fully functional third grader who knows how to get his school work done. This is an essential skill that gets learned in elementary school, but it sure is painful to go through the lessons. I'm going to enjoy my break until Joseph enters third grade.