This is a long rant about my firstborn and only son. His name is Seth, he is 16 and in the ninth grade. First off I Love MY Son!! And alot of other family & people love my son..
He is a great kid. He is not a troubled kid. He is not a bully & is not bullied. He is not a disruptive kid, well no more than the average kid his age.
He is a bright, smart, funny and creative young man. He has hopes, dreams and goals. He wants to be an engineer and vacation in the bahamas frequently. His talented and enjoys various hobbies. He is an excellent artist and has taught himself to play guitar. He loves to ride his motorcycle, which he bought himself with money he earned working. Sounds like an average kid, right?
Now that I have suffeciently spouted off about him so that he and everyone else knows he is the greatest. Let me get to the point or my beef with him. This problem has spanned his whole school career, this is not a new thing. It is his grades or lack there of. He has some how managed to slip through his school years by the skin of his teeth. He hangs right over the precipse of failing and some how manages to grab a piece of floss and swing over it.
Now before you give me sage advice to correct this "problem" let me assure you we have tried it. We have tried everything you can think; a thousand kinds of punishments and a billion forms of rewards or reward systems.
One evening I went into his room and some mysterious clunking and chunking sounds and found him packing stuff in boxes. I think he was maybe in the sixth grade. I asked him what he was doing, he responded grounding myself. "Why may I ask" I asked him in disbelief. "Well got my quaterly report card and it's not good," he said. "Here take my stuff to the attic, so maybe I"ll do better," he said as he sullenly handed me a box with electronic cords poking out. For two years that kid had clothes and a bed in his room. Now you wonder did his grades improve? A resound NO! is the answer.
On the reward side of this equation I think I have a box toys/prizes in my attic. He went to Sylvan Learning Center in the first grade, they suggested this reward program. He earned points to purchase prizes in this box. Since the box is still full in the attic we all know that didn't work out either.
Putting rewards and punishments aside, since they obvioustly didn't ever have any affect on him. Let's get down to the root of this problem. His attitude. He is my son, I know him inside and out. He is open and honest with me. Believe me when I say he tells me everything! He truly hides nothing from me and there are somethings a mother can live blissfully unaware of and never be the wiser.
Anyway back to his attitude and they way his brain works. He is a perfectionist. He likes to do things that come easy to him, and really who doesn't? So, anyway, if he can't do it perfectly and do it perfectly well the first time, then forget it.
So my real reason for this rant is a question. Which is. Am I supposed to whine, wheedle, plead, beg, yell, encourage and cry my son through high school? Then what? Do the same thing through his relationships, his job, his career, his family, his LIFE? When is the magic moment where you go hey your grown up I'm not pushing you along anymore. Well I haven't done that for a year now and I'm not starting it back up. It's less stress on me to tell him to own up to his grades and I'm not babying him anymore.
My husband had a whole different approach. His answer is to work him to death in the shop and farming. He thinks he'll one day say, "Whew I don't like hard work I think I'll get straight A's now." This epiphany hasn't occured yet.
I did forget to mention that we also had him tested for learning disabilites and ADHD and all thats medical. Every couple years even like maybe it just showed up late or something. The final consensous was always, "He can do the work, he just chooses not to or won't." Now there's a test you could come up with! Why WON'T my son do his school work? Why does he choose not to? That is the mysterious answer we long to find. And as I type this I am comforted by the feeling that I'm not in some small boat alone, I'm sure it's more the size of an ocean liner equal to those at Disney. But still I have this question that is nearly unanswerable. When I put this question to my son, he in typical teen fashion responded, "I don't know...."
So as I go into explain to him that I can't carry him through life and I wish he would commit to better himself all the while with tearful eyes. He says, "I'm sorry Mom." I said, "Don't tell me your sorry, this is your life and your future." He responded, "No Mom, I'm sorry for upsetting you."