Today I get to go to a track and field meet where my daughter is competing in three events. All the district schools are participating, so it will be a busy, fun (and noisy) time.
Happy things do happen in my life, contrary to my doom and gloom posts of late. Here are a few such events:
We booked our trip to Europe for this summer a few weeks ago. The tickets are printed and my girl child is constantly looking at them. She can’t wait and everyone who knows her knows how excited she is.
Last night, I get a school email about her brother’s graduation date. It’s the day after we leave.
Because of course it is. SIGH
An interesting thing happened in a college classroom the other day. The story recounted to me isn’t exactly surprising, but we did later described this situation to our kids in order to impart an important message.
Not surprisingly, the teenager was harder to convince than the tween girl.
Here’s what happened:
Omg I had a morning today I rather I didn’t…
It must be Friday. Or Monday. Or any school day… 🙄
If you consider yourself a squeamish person, stop reading now because I’ll tell you things you can’t unsee in this rant. But such is life for us women; just another issue we have no choice but to deal with.
I think there should be a new law:
Every time a school sends home a duplicate form they have to plant a new tree.
A rant is forming in my head but I’m not gonna give in to it. 😜 But if that law existed, we’d be living in a very dense forest by now.
Years ago I taught my very young child how to memorize something for school. I said:
Repetition is key. Write it down over and over again until you feel comfortable.
After some resistance and push back, she tried it out. Little girls, it seemed, were attracted to doodling with colorful markers.
I have been debating on and off whether I should write this post.
The struggle is so real to me that I have to physically hold myself back from letting it get the best of me because if I do that, the push back may be permanent. And I can’t let that happen – kids need support in ways that wasn’t prevalent in my day. And it’s not just the internet, there are other things going on. Things that didn’t seem to be so up front and in your face in my day the way they are today.
But at the same time, I also question the sanity of this society at times. How is it we push kids onto career paths earlier and earlier with every generation?
I was talking with my chiropractor a few weeks ago whose daughter is the same age as my son; both are in grade 8 and visiting high school open houses to determine the next step. His words resonate loud and clear in my head:
“They’re only 13, they’re still children.”
Last night I asked my son about school. From there the topic continued and I brought up my blog post about unschooling.
I asked them if they remembered their grandmother telling us the story about her playing hooky in Kindergarten.
When my mom was a Kindergarten-aged child in the late 1940s, she regularly skipped class.
No one kept attendance, it seems. Or if they did it wasn’t as rigid as it is today with automated phone calls and amber alerts all over media…
For added perspective: try to imagine a small city in Switzerland, near the metropolitan city of Zürich, during the late 1940s and early 1950s…kids in general were not really parented in the way that we do it today.
I think most of us know this. 🙂
So anyway, here is my mom as a child, with long, brown braids, marching off to Kindergarten every morning while her mom tended to several younger girls at home.
Except, on some days, my mom didn’t go to Kindergarten at all. Just decided it was much more interesting to hang around anywhere else. 😉