As a momma of three children between the ages of 2 and 12, I occasionally must check myself lest I push my oldest child, Lizzie, too hard and too fast. I've been known to be a bit controlling and overbearing so keeping myself in line is a very difficult task.
Recently, Lizzie had the opportunity to test into a very high level math class for next year (6th grade). Her standardized test scores place her in the 98th percentile for math and she has always been in the advanced math group at school but math is not her favorite subject. She'd rather hunt for bugs or explore Boulder Creek for marine life any day.
Still, as her parent, I was compelled to make her take the advanced placement test because taking the advanced class now frees up her high school schedule so she can take some additional fun science classes; she will have completed Advanced Geometry by the end of 8th grade leaving her only two math classes to take in high school. I really struggled with whether forcing her to take the test was the best thing for her but eventually decided it was.
As children, I don't think we see the bigger picture. As parents, we have a responsibility to help our children make the best decisions, which sometimes means choosing a path for them. Also, it helped that Lizzie saw a good friend from her old school while testing. The two girls were giddy thinking they might be in at least one class together.
Of course, I can be a "Love & Logic" parent when I need to be. Like last night. Lizzie waited until the very last minute to complete her science fair project. She had over a month to get her work done but she was up late last night completing it. Since she worked all this weekend on it, she didn't practice piano at all. So, she has to practice for ninety minutes today. It's a bummer for her but she realizes it's her own fault. So, why do I feel so terrible this morning?