I sometimes forget that I’m a mother also. Sometimes I look at my girls in confusion, wondering how they got here and how I am supposed to take care of them. (I do know the answer to those questions- you don’t have to remind me)
My eldest has just turned 4. Since she is teaching herself to read and thinks adding and subtracting is fun, I think I should put her in kindergarten next year instead of preschool.
We’ve been checking out schools. There are the public and Catholic schools across the street, which my neighbourhood informants tell me are unable to support all their students’ needs and end up catering to those falling behind.
Both my husband and I went to public schools.
It wasn’t a good experience. I learned that getting high marks and having ill-fitting hand-me-downs was social suicide for a girl. I also seemed unable to change either. Teachers told me that fitting in socially was more important than exploring my strengths, so I hid in the background. And skipped as many classes as possible, which was a lot since I was quiet.
My husband learned that having a bully in your class was detrimental to your health. Since he refused to collaborate and steal porn magazines or pick on other kids, he became the target.
Lil T’s shop-a-holic grandma and aunt won’t let her be the kid with weird clothes, but I am afraid she’ll still be smart. And I hope she won’t go along with the bullies.
So, the public schools here seem like a bad idea, even though entirely convenient since they also have after school care.
We have other options like charter schools. Military learning styles, sitting feet flat on the floor, hands folded. There is a requirement that all students be at or above grade level.
Parents who want to know if sending them to that kindergarten will give them an advantage in getting into Yale. Principals who stress that Christmas is CHRISTmas. It is full of the Christian kids whose parents can’t afford to send them to the Christian private schools.
I think Lil’T would do fine. Her little friends from bible study all go to those schools.
But, when she is 50, what will she have really learned? To hate uniforms? To love spelling bees? To do 1 1/2 hours of homework every night instead of being involved in sports?
So, I am planning to register her in a bilingual Spanish school. It is small and caters to both kids with disabilities and those with gifts.
They learn to dance! If I had learned to dance Merenge or Salsa in elementary school instead of being told dancing was evil, I may always not injure my husband at his work party.