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Don't give up!
Oh homework! My daughter was horrible at it. By 2nd grade, it looked hopeless. No--really hopeless. Her teacher found unfinished work in a nearby empty desk. Several times. My daughter had nothing but meltdowns when confronted about this. Just sitting down with her, and helping with every assignment became a horrible nightmare, she was so oppositional about it. I think I would have had a nervous breakdown that year, if I wasn't in a position where I just couldn't. I was a single mom by then, no support, financially or otherwise. My daughter and I had been out of a place to live of our own for 2 years by then. I finally found an apartment I could rent, and a landlord that would rent to me. It was in a great school zone, in an otherwise severely troubled school district. Horrible apartment-we didn't have a working fridge for several months, but in an affluent neighborhood, with some of the best public schools in the state. It's always darkest right before dawn! I enrolled her in the school near the new apartment. This was right after a young man's corpse was pulled out of the chimney in her old school over the summer. It had been a gang-related incident. We were so glad to be out of there. 3rd grade in the new school she got a 504 plan and the school gave me a referral to a public health clinic for diagnosis & treatment of her AD/HD , after the new school went over her file from child-find (an early intervention service that had been virtually ignored by the old school-probably because of their very serious problems). She was put in a program for kids with organizational challenges where an adult would go over their book-bag at the end of the day and help make sure they had everything they needed. A special educator (who I owe more than I can ever really express) gave my daughter m&m's (yes, candy. m&m's to be specific) just so she would actually go into the room they did this in after school. Eventually I realized she had been, literally, terrified to go in there. "Help" meant "punishment" to her by then. It meant failure. It meant criticism. It meant being bullied even more and having confirmation that she really was a loser. Once she realized that wasn't the case, it was a whole different story. I had been listening to (the wrong) teachers, parents and other people who were convinced that discipline, more discipline, and then more discipline was the one and only answer. More and more and even more consequences, without taking her problems seriously, since they were all "excuses". Her 3rd grade teacher had raised 2 sons (successfully, I might add) with AD/HD. She was a god send. An advocate. An angel. She educated ME and my daughter, in the best way. Kids succeed when they CAN. It's up to us to give them every opportunity to be ABLE to. That doesn't mean letting discipline go, it means understanding that discipline means literally-"to teach". Lots of help, from the school (granted, not from all teachers, and not without a fight some years), from a public clinic ran by the health department (that has some of the most knowledgeable and caring doctors around rotating through it on a regular basis) & from every source I could find, and a mountain of books from the library for me, and now, in 7th grade my daughter comes home and starts her homework before I even get in the door. She's incredibly responsible, has initiative, and is as appreciative as a kid can be about her education. I'm serious-she's looking forward to Algebra, next year! She's excited. She loves science and math and learning about ancient history. Things CAN get better. NEVER even think "I've tried everything" already. There is so much help out there, if your open to it. A study skills class I was referred to by the AD/HD clinic my daughter attends made a world of difference for her. It was part of a research study-offered at no cost. Since I'm a struggling single mom with no resources, that's a big deal. Listening to their practical and positive advice made a world of difference in how I approached this, too. Believe in your kid, believe in yourself, believe in your family. Put your relationship with your child BEFORE what other's think and want you to do, or how you feel they may perceive you, because of your kid's difficulties. EVERYTHING changed for my daughter (and me) when I did that.
I think I'll just get a stepladder now, so I can climb down off my soapbox :)
Anyway, the point is, if MY little family can do this, yours can too. That's a good thing to know.
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