Oh Boy!!!

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the anciently, stealing, fighting.William Shakespeare




“ You only teach him. You never teach me!!”, said R

“Of course not!, I’ve been sitting with you, not him ,since morning!“ said I.

“ Ma!! Can I write this only 3 times and not five?” And all the while he’s playing with the paper pellets and rubber band…(He’s watched his elder brother play with it).There is a book filled with questions…his latest quiz book, he says!! In front of him there is an assortment of erasers, pencils and a pen too in that pile up.

“Why should he always do what I do? He’s mad , Ma.. "I can see smoke coming out of his ears by now…( Didn’t ever know that copying the brother’s actions , mark one as mad!!)

I’m learning well. Yes I am.

All the while I’m supervising my older one’s subjects, I find the younger one furiously writing something, his ears carefully trained and directed towards us.
And then suddenly a screech erupts from that direction.
The older one has jumped out of his position to go see what the brother is upto. Not surprising , he gets furious…
The younger has been religiously writing down all the species, generic, modified root names that I’ve been teaching the older one. What gets his goat, is that he had made spelling mistakes.

“How dumb, Ma! He doesn’t know the spelling of calyx, and corolla……”

Is that all a part of being grown up? He’s not even a teenager. The anger, the aggression in him spells trouble the minute both are in the same room.
I have always prided myself in the simple fact that I hated unfair situations…and have always been fair and just.
Where did I go wrong? I know that I’m not being unfair. In fact him being in an older class, gets more attention , while the younger one is always on a picnic to someplace unknown to me..

Is it so difficult to get across one simple instruction without getting into the war game?

Why is it that when I see him interact with his friends and other elders, he’s so sweet and polite, I have them coming and telling me that they really admire my child. He is one. I know that.
He’s so sensitive and warm and loving. He can not see anyone in distress and he’s always the first to help . But once he enters the house, he turns into a smoke puffing, eye glowing red faced boy.
Have tried all kinds of text book techniques.
Love
The special ‘his’ time with me.
Discussion
Talks

Sometimes, I feel like giving him one sound whack!! (Won’t think of it…)

We were never like this when that age. And our parents were much more orthodox in their upbringing. We respected them to such an extent, that we even now think twice before arguing with them. We argued, but there was never aggression.

He is in an overactive state of emotion most of the time. It doesn’t take much to bring them to the point of exasperation. He’s more like a fortress with high walls and a locked gate — impenetrable.

Why then, did this happen to me?
Little wonder, that inspite of getting stressed out over who should be taught when,
who should be out of sight when
Who should sit next to me when
Who should hug me when
Who should talk to me when
Stress over should it be Obama or is it going to be Clinton…takes the last priority.

Can I run away?? Please??
Suggestions for the best place would be welcome!!

p.s I'm also listening too all their kinds of music..though I can't understand half of their words :(

But I liked that Timberland song though One love-republic (Hope I got that right?)

And then this song, which happens to be R's favourite right now.