I loved school! Will I continue to love it?

I always loved school. I loved elementary school. I loved my teachers, the books, writing my own rebus stories. I wanted to be a teacher. I loved the book part of junior high. I hated the social stuff because I never fit in, but I loved reading and writing, etc. I loved high school, again the book part. I loved Shakespeare even though I never had a real part (the teachers knew I would listen even if I didn't have a part). I loved writing stories in creative writing, answering questions in history. Well, to be honest, I did not love math. I never really got it. College was wonderful. I loved the classes. Everyone there wanted to learn and I was in the fine arts department. A new world opened up for me, I learned about painting, sculpture, architecture, literature, classical music, art museums, etc. But, now as a mother, I am beginning to understand how children hate school. I fear that my child will soon hate school. She has stomach aches on Fridays and so do I. Cleveland is calling as soon as he can to see how Emma did on her spelling test. I wanted to work on the reading test more at home, but we never got to it. We are spending some much time on spelling that I could not add anything else. In many ways, Emma is learning and things are better, but I fear that this spelling test will not be good. She doesn't have it. At least not tonight. Who knows about tomorrow.

Worse than that, today on the way home, she told me about another girl in her class not wanting to work with her on spelling flash cards. I fear this is the beginning of issues if something doesn't change for her soon. The other kids know something and Emma is beginning to notice something, too. She asked me for glasses tonight so she could learn better. She wants to do a good job. I don't know what to do for her. I don't want my baby to hate the place where I spend my most happy times growing up. How can I help her if she hates the only thing I know? I don't know sports, and she is my daughter. She may not be athletic. I hated cheerleading, hair and silly girl stuff. My head was always in a book. I want Emma to be herself, but what if she becomes someone that I don't understand. How can I help her in the bigger things, if I can't help her with this spelling test. This stupid spelling test. Emma would have a fit because I said (wrote) stupid. But stupid is the nicest word I can think of right now as I sit here crying.