Sarah called me a Tiger Mom yesterday. It was intended as an insult. It did not have the desired effect. I took it as a compliment.
I asked if she had a lot of homework and she said “no very little”. I will save the whole homework debate for another day, we have very little here in our schools and I like it that way. The small amount they get I expect to be done and done well.
About 30 minutes later I asked Sarah if her homework was done. To which she replied “no, I am not going to do it, I have a homework pass”.
You know where we are going with this right? I made her do her homework. She was pissed. She spent more time arguing with me than the homework actually took. I swear it took her 15 minutes tops. Her argument? I was being a Tiger Mom. Mine? A whopping 15 minutes of math problems won’t kill her. I expect good grades, skipping homework equates to slacking off.
On the way to swim practice she continued the complaints. I picked up a friend’s son who is 13. She attempted to get him as an ally. Her hopes were dashed. His mother had never let him use a homework pass.
Here is where things get tricky. She is a total Tiger Mom. I mean look up Tiger Mom in the dictionary and you will find her. V admits she is, her son does SAT prep on the weekends, goes to Chinese school after swim and she emails his teachers weekly. His sister went to MIT full scholarship. I am trying to figure out the bad part.
The reality is, I am not a total Tiger Mom. I let my kids miss school for swim meets. I don’t review their homework (I just want it done). We don’t do SAT prep. Yet. I have one foot in the door to the cage perhaps. Sarah has it all wrong. What I am is a bitch. I made her do her homework.
Guess what? She is going to need that homework pass. She forgets something every single day of her life. I give it a week tops before she actually needs it. She will thank me then. Well she should, but she won’t. It’s all good. I will go with the “Sticks and Stones” defense. I’m a meanie.