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Teach Kids to Take Responsibility for Their Schoolwork

Practical Tips for How to Teach Kids to Take Responsibility for Their Schoolwork. Before you stop hovering, you must teach them the skills to be self-sufficient. Think of it as giving them training wheels for responsibility. | Parenting | Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms

You know how foals basically drop out of the womb trotting? Wouldn’t it be great if human babies had some self-sufficiency like that? Minus the hoofs, of course. Instead, they are helpless lumps who train us parents from early on to take care of all of their needs . . . and it’s hard to stop. We’re conditioned to swoop in even when diapers are a distant memory and the “needs” at hand are that they NEED to turn in their blasted math homework on time.

Even if you’re bound and determined to not be a helicopter parent, it’s hard to know just how to back off. They needed your homework checking/grade tracking/assignment monitoring ways in early elementary school, but as they approach middle school it’s time to give them the tools to manage their schoolwork on their own.

Think of teaching responsibility the same way you would teach your child to ride a bike. It’s a rare kid who can go from tricycle to bicycle without some training wheels in between. Teaching them to be self-sufficient with assignments works the same way. There are going to be some particularly hard knocks if you expect your child to go from hand-holding to “you’re on your own!” in one great leap. It’s going to be dicey at times, regardless.

Erin has four sons and one daughter and Ellen has two daughters. With the experience earned from parenting seven kids between us, we have developed some tools–training wheels, if you will–your child can use to monitor their own tasks and schoolwork without you slipping into the role of nag. If you have to remind them to do their work, they are not really taking responsibility, but if you teach them how to remind themselves, they have a valuable skill for life.

Training Wheels for Responsibility

Ellen’s Focus for Five

In my house, with my two daughters, much time is spent in front of the bathroom mirror, so when they began middle school, that is where we posted our “Focus for Five” reminder sign. This was their visual cue to take five minutes to think about their day. A pad of sticky notes rested on the counter so my girls could jot down reminders as they thought of them to stick them on the mirror or place in their planners as needed.

Practical Tips for How to Teach Kids to Take Responsibility for Their Schoolwork. Before you stop hovering, you must teach them the skills to be self-sufficient. Think of it as giving them training wheels for responsibility. | Parenting | Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms

  1. What do I have to take today?
  2. What do I have to turn in today?
  3. What do I have to do today?
  4. What do I have to get today?
  5. What dates and deadlines do I need to share today?

Click to print the Focus for Five PDF.

Number five is essential to this training wheel program. It was and is their job to inform me of deadlines instead of the other way around.  Them reporting to me keeps things from (mostly) slipping through the cracks.

Bonus: By giving the system a name, I only have to ask, “Did you focus for five?” at the breakfast table to make sure they did not forget their forgetfulness prevention tool.

Erin’s Backpack Tags

I have five kids–four sons and one daughter–so in my house, if everyone put sticky notes on the bathroom mirror, we would no longer have a mirror. We took a more personalized approach: luggage tag-sized reminders on each of the backpacks. I made checklists on 3 x 5 index cards, covered them with an adhesive laminating sheet, punched holes through the tops, and attached one to each backpack with simple loose leaf binder rings. We started this with my oldest son when he was in elementary school. He was a bit of a distract-a-bat, so I started the tags with things like “Do I have a pencil? My homework? My folder? Did I turn everything in? Did I give Mom papers to sign?”

Practical Tips for How to Teach Kids to Take Responsibility for Their Schoolwork. Before you stop hovering, you must teach them the skills to be self-sufficient. Think of it as giving them training wheels for responsibility. | Parenting | Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms

This is a system that easily grows with your kids. As we progressed through the years, we added things like “Did I remember my recorder? My gym bag? My cleats?” I just made a new list each time. Easy-peasy.

And there is a super duper parenting bonus! Did you notice that both of these techniques encourages your children to talk to you about their days? That is a great habit to instill as you approach the teen years.

By turning over their planners to them, you are empowering them with your trust, building their confidence, and communicating that they are in charge of their own accomplishments. Since life skills are not compartmentalized, this is going to serve them, and you, well when they are faced with tough choices such as lying, cheating, or drinking alcohol. Studies show confident kids are resilient kids who avoid risky behaviors.

Erin’s oldest son is a freshman in college and Ellen’s oldest is a high school senior. Our children went from scattered disasters to assignment managing, grade tracking, college applying, (mostly) deadline meeting young adults. We’re happy to say the rest of our broods are falling in line using these techniques too.

What “training wheels for responsibility” have you used in your home?

Ellen and Erin

Practical tips for how to teach kids to take responsibility for their schoolwork. Before you stop hovering, you must teach them the skills to be self-sufficient. Think of it as giving them training wheels for responsibility. | Parenting | Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms

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How to Talk to Your Kids About Dating

Great teen parenting guide with tips for How to Talk to Your Kids about Dating | Parenting Advice | Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms

If you are buying pretty dresses and swanky ties for Homecoming, shuttling kids to Varsity sports practices, or handing over those car keys for good, then it’s time for the talk. No, not the sex talk, although we do have some great ideas about how to have that talk too. Now is the perfect time to talk to your kids about dating.

Now don’t scream and cry and cue up a montage of baby pictures on your computer. This is not gonna hurt. Just hit the play button at the bottom of this post.

We’ve got your back, but more importantly, we’ve got stories from the front lines. We’ll define the new parameters of dating for you and confess some of our own mistakes including a lovely anecdote about how Erin was punked by her own earnestness.

We know it seems scary, but you can do this. And for being so brave and bold, we are offering a little pre-podcast gift: the Dymowski rules for conversation. Ellen said you all would like it.

Rules for effective conversation to resolve conflict. Helpful teen parenting guide with tips for How to Talk to Your Kids about Dating | Parenting Advice | Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms

Check it out, print it out, and imprint it into your long-term memory. But. most importantly, don’t forget to click the podcast to hear how to talk to your kids about dating.

Good luck! Happy talking! 

[Further reading: Teens and Romantic Relationships: A Positive Spin.]

Erin and Ellen

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The Place Between: Finding Our Way in the Year Before College

Finding Our Way in The Year Before College---Sisterhood of the Sensible MomsWhen I was a freshman in college, my brother was only eight years old. While I was living the high life of newfound freedom and enjoying the other heady elixirs of campus life, he was home missing me. Every once in awhile, a package would arrive from home with goodies to remind me that there were people not that far away who were missing me and wishing me the best of luck and all those other things that families wish. Each package would always contain something homemade from my mom, news clippings from our local paper from my dad, and a handmade map from my little brother showing me the way home.

I know. Sweet, right? And I have to tell you I carried those maps with me for years as I moved to Delaware and then Maine and then Maryland. They were a kind of talisman for me as I traveled through my unsettled years. They were literally calling me home, but they also provided me with that sure-footed confidence I needed to move me through uncharted territory. I had proof positive of a safety net and way back to where I was most comfortable. I was going to be A-OK. Bring it on, life, I was ready for it all.

I wish I had one of Jonathan’s maps right now. My oldest is a senior in high school. We are making plans and talking constantly about all that awesomeness that lies just over the horizon of our family for him. I really want to cherish these conversations. I can see the sand in the hourglass of our time with this easy access to each other running out, and I am anxious to impart nuggets of wisdom while it’s still my place to do so.  But the truth is that senior year is busy and we don’t have much time for the cherishing.

We have now piled senior nights and college applications on top of our regularly jam-packed schedule of soccer games and work and schoolwork. These conversations are happening in the place between practices and playoffs and all the other preparations. Sometimes we connect beautifully and our conversations flow easily. These are the moments where I overflow with hope and optimism, with my love for him, and with excitement for the next year and I think “He’s a great kid. I’m a great mom. This is a great talk.”

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But just as often, things don’t go so well. I think I am reminding him to turn in an important piece of paper without realizing I just launched a bombshell. Suddenly, we are both emotional and needy, our conversations fraught and unproductive.  These are the moments where I start to hyperventilate, stress, and panic about the future not just for him but for both of us. “He’s a mess. I’ve failed him. How the heck are we gonna get any of this done when he won’t even turn in papers on time?”

In a nutshell, our talks this year warm my heart or scare the bejeesus out of me and there’s really no middle place.  Once when I was in high school, I walked right off a trail near my house. I didn’t notice until I was so far gone from where I was supposed to be that I was deep holy-crap-how-am-I-gonna-get-myself-out-of-this-mess lost. The simultaneous and conflicting emotions of exhilaration and terror remind me of where I am right now. I remember that feeling of wanting to stay planted in place and that need to just keep placing one foot in front of the other to get me back to where I was supposed to be.

So I wish there was a map for this. I know some great resources and have found some good friends to turn to when I need answers to questions, but that’s not what I’m looking for. What I yearn for is that perfect compass that will not only  guide our passage through this place, but keep us in one piece as we make the journey. My worst fear of course is that he will slip away from me, from all of us, and that our family will never resemble the thing I love and cherish so much just as it is today.

But I am not willing to fold to fears. We are a people wide open to possibilities even in the face of misgivings and second guesses, and I am honoring our open minds and hearts. There will be no map for me for the next few months, nothing tangible to hold other than each other, but we are going to chart this course together. We are going to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

We are going to explore this place between.


-Erin

 

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10 Questionably Amazing Memories

For Monday Listicles, Ducky, the maestro of sass and humor at Batcrap Crazy, suggested “10 Amazing memories from not so long ago.”

Hmmm. When you think amazing, you think of wonderful blessings like rainbows and microbrewed beer. Things that radiate positivity. So, we started making a list of memories and it was long and it was great, BUT it was booooor-ing. And we wanted you to be amazingly entertained. We needed a different angle.

So when all else fails, turn to the dictionary. (Okay, we all know we Googled it, but we like to pretend we’re old school.)

Amazing: adjective – Causing great surprise or wonder; astonishing.

 

So we’re going with memories that evoked surprise, wonder or astonishment retold with our own measure of sass and humor.

Our Version of 10 Amazing Memories

 1. Ellen remembers the time Erin punked her.

We were forming our LLC and I had the paperwork for Erin to sign. We live about 35 minutes apart and our  schedules for that week were so crazy that we were hard pressed to find a time to meet. Erin chimed in that her high schooler’s soccer team was playing my daughter’s school and we could meet at the game. She thought the game was at my school and I told her she was wrong. About 5 different times. In five different ways. She insisted the game was in my neck of the woods. Before I left my house to meet her at my high school, I texted her with “Are you sure the game location is changed?” She replied, “Yep.”

Against my better judgement, I drove to my school and trekked out to the soccer field which is so far removed from the parking lot that I recommend packing a snack and a fully charged cell phone before setting out.  Squinting, I could faintly see kids running around, but as I got closer, I saw ponytails. It was the girls’ soccer team. Practicing.

Whipping my fully charged phone out, my “Where the bleep are you?” was met by her innocent “Where are you?” She thought her “Yep” clarified that the game was indeed at her school. She thought that even though I could not spare 17 minutes to meet her halfway between our houses,  I was suddenly willing to make the 90 minute round trip to her son’s school to collect her signature.   On the I’d-like-to-make-a-voodoo-doll side, at least I got to wait at the school for 40 minutes for my daughter to finish her volleyball practice.  I do not wonder if the rest of what I said was blazed upon her brain forever.

2. Erin remembers a time when she could keep her calendar straight.

So with exhibit A (see above) still fresh in everyone’s memory, I proceeded to punk my husband, Steve, as well. As I set off to the cross country championships with the girl child, I sent Steve to the soccer fields with the four boys and a crappy, erroneous game schedule. Steve pieced together the REAL schedule through luck and ingenuity for 3 of the 4 boys, but there was a victim in this fiasco: the kindergartener who missed his game completely. Never mess with a hyper-verbal kindergartner. Poor Steve not only had to deal with unraveling the cryptic schedule but the fallout from an irate five year old as well. When I saw them hours later, the little one busted through the door and announced,  “Daddy can’t take me to soccer anymore.” Steve gave me the look that long-marrieds recognize as “this one is going on the list”. Yikes!

And no one ever listened to me cite a soccer schedule again. Phase 1 of trying to rid myself of the job of Master Scheduler complete. Mwahaahaahaa.

3. Ellen remembers a time when 25 minutes was not added to each round trip to her kids’ school.

I might not have gotten so peeved about the soccer screw-up if I had not been having time sucked away by the detour to the school. Sucked away like gerbil hair attacked by a Dyson on steroids.

Three days before school began in August, the rinky-dink bridge over the trickling saliva stream of a creek on my road was closed for replacement. That bridge is still closed. I make up to three round trips to that school each weekday and sometimes on Saturdays. I have lost days worth of minutes, People.

Think of the awesome blog posts I could have written! Think of all llamas I could have pinned on Pinterest! Think of all the laundry I could have done! Wait, I’m now thinking of all of the times I could have used this as an excuse.

4. Erin remembers a time when her kids were all in the same school. On the same schedule.

With the same days off. With half the paperwork and emails from administrators. With the same drop-off and pick-up times. <sigh> Those were the days. Talk about a time suck. Love you high school.

5. Ellen remembers a time when she had regular  Friday date nights.

Speaking of loving high school, ALL activities, competitions, dances, parties, and tournaments seem to fall on Fridays. Wait, I’m exaggerating. A gagillion events consume Saturday nights too. Ironically, just when I no longer need a babysitter, my babies’ social calendars override mine.

6. Ellen remembers when she had an appendix and her house was not such a wreck.

My friends, my husband, and my children did an excellent job of keeping our lives running after my surgery, but let’s just say a lot of of things just got pushed to the periphery. And might now be overflowing to the center. A cleaning service would not be turned away.

7. Ellen remembers when she could run.

My appendectomy put a serious hurting on my half marathon training and therefore is putting a serious strain on my waistbands.

8. Ellen remembers when she could fit into this costume.

Yeah, not running is not a good thing. Coco (14) did have to cinch it quite a bit, so maybe I haven’t lost that much ground. Just put on your happy face and nod.

Caution: Only wear costumes you would like to see your daughter wear. Or at the very least add leggings, t-shirts, and boots. Or better yet, just burn them after you wear them. But Super Twix is pretty awesome.

 

9. Ellen remembers when she could find her shoes, jewelry, and make-up.

Coco doesn’t just take my old Halloween costumes.

10. Erin remembers when these pants fit.

I spent Labor Day weekend shopping furiously to piece together some semblance of a work wardrobe for the job I didn’t know I was going to have until three days before school started. All went well and I found a fair number of great pieces including these pants which fit perfectly that day. Now, two months in, they look like this. Some fabulous combo of stress, work, and regular exercise have transpired to create this situation. Or it could be a tapeworm. Either way, I’m not complaining

10% less Erin. 10% more crazy.

 

Amazing right? Check out what other nuggets of amazing are on Monday Listicles this week.

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