“Once again,” our fourteen year old announced as he climbed into the car after school, “you totally overreacted.”
Apparently, the math quiz I made him study for that morning was only two problems. “You always panic about nothing.”
We are in a funny cycle into which lots of middle school boys and their moms fall. I let up on nagging, his grades go down. I nag, he “remembers” to do his homework, his grades stabilize, and he thinks the “crazy overreacting” – and more importantly, the fact that he actually studied – is completely unrelated to the newly acquired A.
So, every time he does well on a test, he celebrates with a big smile and… “See! Everything was fine, Mom!”
Like I’m a crazy, stressed-out wacko instead of his way-cool, full-of-wisdom mom, who just can’t understand why he doesn’t get the game.
If you do the homework, you get the A. You win.