Oh yea, yesterday was a day full of ho, hum, lead in the backside, slightly sour puss, not really so much in the mood to hit the Grammar lesson, regular average everyday “school work is not really what I feel like doing today” stuff.
"How again is that a good day," you ask?
Garden variety “Gee I don’t feel like doing my work” day is huge for us. THAT is typical kid stuff, the terrain every kid’s education trudges through. The kid doesn’t feel like doing the work and the teacher/parent places boundaries in place that don’t give the kid any other options.
The kid works through the material, he learns it, he learns that he can trudge through the hard work even when he doesn’t feel like it, he learns self discipline via the boundaries, he learns what he can do, he learns how to learn, he comes out the other side knowing that he can do it, that the parent/teacher cares and is there to help, to respond with limits that guide toward learning the material, as opposed to responding with fury and physical torture over missed answers.
It was a day with NO flashbacks, NO terror relived, NONE of the trauma revisited. Yesterday’s pain was garden variety pain, the mild discomfort of the immediate, not the overwhelming terror of the past. This is a huge, huge stride in our household.
It was a very good day at St. Francis of Assisi, a school following the Classical Liberal Arts Academy curriculum, student population one! A very good day indeed!!
Our Lady, Seat of Wisdom, we love you, Ora Pro Nobis.