Eli is our son that would not stay at school in the Philippines. Before arriving home and a little while after, we along with the school worried that he may decide once again that school was not for him. Luckily he stayed at school.
He started out thinking he was "dumb", he'd been told he wasn't smart. I will never forget the day in 2nd grade that he came home and said, "Mom, I'm smart, I can do it." I wouldn't want you to think that school is his favorite thing....he's a kid but he is getting it and passing it on.
The biggest brother arguments we have going right now is over the latest thing they've learned in school and who absorbed the most information and can retell it. Eli teaches through homework, through supper and play. It is interesting to listen to his teaching style. He has little patience....it will not probably be his life's work...but he does have a way of stating things that helps others understand the lessons.
It's funny (ok only sometimes) when he turns his teaching voice on Mike or I. He sounds like a 40 year old man. Tonight's lesson even came with hand gestures and head tilting. I can't wait for parent/teacher conferences to discover which of his teachers are the models for these mannerisms.
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