I suffered a severe attack of pushy mum syndrome earlier. I am not overly enamored with the class teacher this year. She seems to be a bit stifling – a bit of a jobsworth – looking for the negative rather than the positive (if her comments on my daughter’s homework are anything to go by). I need to realise that teachers are not there to look for the positive they need to pick out what is wrong and what can be improved on. But what pees me off the most is that the homework is written for the parents not the children – so it is up to us to translate what the teacher wants. This is particularly annoying when you translate it in a way the teacher didn’t want. My daughter is nearly seven and I think that the homework set should be written for the children to understand the instructions – not the parents. We should be there to support them but essentially they should be able to read the homework and know what the teacher is asking them to do.
Because my daughter was struggling to grasp the concept (it took me a while too – the teacher would not get an award from the plain English campaign) I started to slip into imagining this scenario of a crowded class with not enough teachers to cater for the needs of the class and my daughter somewhere at the back of the class gazing out of the window completely disengaged. Silly I know but I seem to be all too ready to default to that scenario the minute my daughter shows signs she is struggling. I don’t like being like this……the worse is yet to come in my paranoid parent behaviour……….(here it comes)
There was a note in my daughter’s school book bag about the christmas nativity – it said something along the lines of “If your child has a speaking part please help them to learn the lines. If your child does not have a script then they will have a dance or performance part and will learn their character in rehearsals”. I was disappointed. My daughter didn’t have a speaking part. She was completely oblivious to this and not bothered at all. I was hoping that as her class would be the eldest in the infant nativity that she would get a speaking part – I HATE that I think like this – I am nothing better than a pushy mother in a sulk. “Right that’s it we are changing schools!” (OK I was half joking) My daughter said, “no I like my school and I like my teacher”. “But when I am in Juniors (she said) I will be able to audition for a part” I couldn’t believe she was trying to placate my feelings by explaining in her own way that she will have a chance next year. It was almost as if she was reading my mind, “I pay all this money on theatre school and you don’t get a speaking part in the nativity”. If I am honest that is what I was thinking. SAD isn’t it?
As parents, the tricky part is working out when you need to step in an intervene and when you need to back the hell off.
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