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- Wendy
- Homeschooler, publisher, writer, editor, webmaven, and fairly crazy single mom.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Why does writing always lead to tears?
I honestly don't get it. He knows how to write beautifully in cursive, and his printing is uneven, but readable. He can write wonderful sentences with fantastic grammar when he's typing emails and reviews on the computer.
So, what exactly is the reason that there's a temper tantrum whenever I try to get him to write something down on paper?
Is it because it takes longer than typing?
Maybe we haven't done enough long-hand to toughen up his finger muscles?
He wishes we could just skip pencils and pens and stick to touch typing lessons. I do too, based on the stress it causes every time we head down that road.
Is he even going to live in a world that will need writing and printing? Already smartphones have replaced pen and paper when I'm away from home, and the fact that I'm half-luddite is the only excuse for me having reams of paper reminders and notes around the house.
The simple answer is that I don't know if it will be important in his life at all in the future, and because I don't know, I'm going to keep pushing it.
Maybe not as much as I would if we were living a decade earlier, but he's going to be able to write notes in classes, and essays on test papers, even if it kills me.
So, what exactly is the reason that there's a temper tantrum whenever I try to get him to write something down on paper?
Is it because it takes longer than typing?
Maybe we haven't done enough long-hand to toughen up his finger muscles?
He wishes we could just skip pencils and pens and stick to touch typing lessons. I do too, based on the stress it causes every time we head down that road.
Is he even going to live in a world that will need writing and printing? Already smartphones have replaced pen and paper when I'm away from home, and the fact that I'm half-luddite is the only excuse for me having reams of paper reminders and notes around the house.
The simple answer is that I don't know if it will be important in his life at all in the future, and because I don't know, I'm going to keep pushing it.
Maybe not as much as I would if we were living a decade earlier, but he's going to be able to write notes in classes, and essays on test papers, even if it kills me.
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