Bringing Homework to School

We were on our weekly parent call, talking about the phases of parenting. Ages 0 to 7, we do everything for them. From 8 to 14, we encourage independence. After that, we step back and let them lead.

One mom's voice shook when she spoke: "I think I'm going to need to make amends for my parenting."

There was a beat of silence.

Another parent filled it. "I got it wrong the first time. But I still have my younger son. I can do it differently with him."

I could feel the weight in that first mom's words. The shame. The belief that she had failed her child and now owed him an apology.

I said what I wish someone had told me years ago: we don't need to make amends for our parenting. We parented with love and the best intentions. Yes, many of us did too much. But we did it because we saw our kids struggling. Many had ADHD, anxiety, or learning challenges. We stepped in where they could not yet manage on their own. That is not something to feel guilty about.

I definitely did too much. My loved one had ADHD. I knew the advice: don't make excuses, let them fail, let them learn from natural consequences. But I was just grateful he did the homework at all. I wasn't going to let him get a zero because he forgot it at home. So I brought it to school. Again and again.

I knew what the parenting books said. They told us we were enabling, that we should let them fail. But when I saw him barely holding it together, stepping back felt like abandonment. The parenting manuals assume a baseline many of our kids never had. They assume a child who can organize a backpack, remember homework, and manage frustration without melting down. They do not account for the child who simply cannot. Not yet.

So we helped. We brought the forgotten lunch. We texted reminders. We sat through homework that stretched into hours, stepping in when we saw them sinking.

But watching your child fail when they are already drowning does not build resilience. It builds despair.

Yes, we all have things we wish we had done differently. Some of us will not get redos. But what we can do is release the guilt. Doing too much out of love is not the same as causing harm. It does not require an amends.

Amends are for when we acted out of anger, selfishness, or neglect. For when we were not the parents we wanted to be. But bringing the field trip notice to school because your child forgot to give it to you? That is not harm. That is love in action.

Our children know they have our love and support. And maybe that is what carries them forward. Not perfect parenting. Not following the books. But knowing that, even when they struggled to stand on their own, we stood with them. And we still do. That's what they carry into their future.

Dr. Jill DeRosa

Dr. Jill DeRosa is Co-Founder and Director of Education and Family Programs at Woodhaven Recovery. With more than three decades of experience as a teacher, principal, and Assistant Superintendent, she brings a rare combination of educational leadership, lifelong personal understanding of addiction and recovery, and deep commitment to her work with young people and families.

Her perspective is shaped by both professional expertise and lived experience. She co-founded Woodhaven Recovery to create a supportive environment where teen boys and their families can find healing, connection, and the foundation for lasting recovery.

At Woodhaven, Jill helps shape academic and family programming, contributes to the broader vision and daily life of the program, and works directly with residents across many aspects of their growth, including recovery, education, college and career planning, and transitions. She also works closely with parents, offering guidance and insight as they navigate their own role in the recovery process.

As a mother who has lived alongside addiction and recovery throughout her life, Jill writes from a place of genuine understanding. Her work reflects a deep belief in the capacity of young people and families to heal, grow, and build meaningful lives in recovery.

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