I just had one of those talks with my kid about homework. It’s the same talk I’ve had with him for years. However, today was extra special because I shared my own issues of being, well, oppositional to teachers when I was in high school. Oppositional in a “You can’t make me do what I don’t want to do” type of way. Nothing violent, of course. Just irritating as hell.
One of my parenting tricks is telling my kids stories from my own very dysfunctional past. Today’s tale ended with “I wish I had parents who were there to help me out at your age.”
When all else fails try honesty.