When I was in 6th grade I went through a period to where I either refused to do my homework or either waited until the last minute. Whenever I didn’t do my homework my teachers would send home what was called a “No Homework” slip. It would tell my parents that I didn’t do my homework and I would have to get it signed saying that I showed it to them. Well I showed them the first few I got. Let me clarify I did do my homework most times but the few times I didn’t I didn’t always tell my parents about it. Well there sometimes that I wouldn’t show them to either one of them at all. Other times I would show them to my dad when he was tired and he would just sign it and I would be on my way. Then after awhile I started forging their names because I didn’t want to get in trouble for not doing my homework. I can’t even explain why I wasn’t doing my homework I just wasn’t doing it. I understood it. Even years later I have no idea what I was doing. I wish I hadn’t. When I started forging the slips I got caught a few times. The last time I got caught they called my parents to come down to the school. Which meant my dad had to get off work, go get my mom, and then come to the school. While we were waiting the teachers asked me why I was scared to show my parents the papers. What I said I regret even now because it was the worst lie I could ever tell. The teachers asked me if my parents spanked me and I said yes but then I made it worst and said that they beat me. Which they never did. At that age my parents had basically stopped give me spankings and they definitely weren’t beating me. I said that because I thought it would get me out of trouble. Well when my parents got there they spoke with my parents first. I could see them talking to them in the hallway. I know the moment they told them what I said because I could see the shocked expressions on their faces. My parents were hurt beyond hurt. Especially my mom. If I could take that moment away I would. That is something I will never forget. My parents took me home and my mom wouldn’t speak to me. Except when she told me to go to my room and then took a necklace that she had just given me the day before just because she loved me away. She let me know that it would be a long time before I regained her trust. I did get it back but it wasn’t easy.
Why is that story significant? Well let me tell ya. I never understood how my parents felt in that moment until the other day. Now the situation wasn’t as sever as I described in mine but it still gave me inkling as to how my parents felt in that moment. Ever since my children Princess S and Private J started going to school The Husband and I have been big on them writing down their assignments and taking the necessary notes to help them complete their assignments. Now my kids have times when they do this and times when they don’t. I have checked their assignment books and thought I knew all they had to do and then when I look through their notebook I would find a worksheet they didn’t write down or they will tell me about a test and it wouldn’t be written down. Just recently Princess S’s teacher called me and told me she had a test coming up that she mentioned nothing about. Private J. has really been struggling with this since school opened. I have no idea why. So on Tuesday he came home and I checked his assignment book. I noticed that he didn’t write down assignment for science. The reason why I knew he didn’t write it down was because through conversation with his science teacher I found out that he would be having the same 5 assignments every week. Even though I know this I require him to write it down. So when I found out about it I told The Husband about it. I always keep him updated about what is going on with the kids and school. We decided that it was best for him to go in his room and remain there. Well when The Husband got home and went to speak with Private J about what I had told him Private J told him that he did write down the assignment. I was downstairs preparing dinner when The Husband informed me about this. So I went upstairs to see what he was talking about. I looked in Private J’s assignment book and there below the assignment that I had send earlier was the assignment. Now I know it wasn’t there before because I wear glasses but I swear I’m not that blind and I read their assignments clearly. So I was shocked to see it there and also to realize that to save his skin my son was trying to make me look like I was lying. It hurt me to the core and as soon as it happened it took me back to what I had done to my parents in middle school and I understood even more why they were so hurt. Now instead of being in his room for a day he has been in his room for a week. Not including Monday. Then he repeated the same offense yesterday. We have since discussed why I was so hurt by what he did. We have moved past it but whenever I think about it still hurts. I know when he did it he was only trying to stay out of trouble like I was when I did it but it still hurts. I just felt like I got a little bit of Karma that day.