Between going to school and trying to launch my freelance career, I’ve been quite pressed for time. This has been a difficult adjustment for everyone as I’ve struggled to squeeze out time for family, school, and work. So, it’s difficult for me to sit there and simply remind Willy that he knows how to do his own work. My constant busyness makes this feel like a waste of time. Recently, I had a flash-point. I’d tried to get Willy to sit down his work, and then I was going downstairs to work on my own homework.
That was the plan, but Willy kept asking for my help.
“You don’t need me here, Willy,” I told him.
“I do, too. I need your help on this, this, and this,” he said, pointing to his three assignments.
I looked at the assignments, two of which were math. He didn’t need my help on any of these. Well, maybe the vocabulary, which was defining words based on their context in a paragraph, but certainly not on math.
“I need your help,” he said, pulling me in.
I figured I’d help him get started and then break away.
“If you need help, ask daddy. And I’ll come up and check on you in a little while.”
“What about this one?”
“You can do that one. It’s just like last one.”
And so the argument began all over again.
Finally, another adult intervened. I fled downstairs, thinking over the whole scene. And it occurred to me that we were both right. Intellectually, Willy could do the problems. His need for me was emotional. Willy gains a sense of security from my presence.
And helping my son feel secure is not a waste of time.