So now I'm seeing life from the other side of the classroom door. The parent perspective. The side that only hears half the story and is expected to do "something" with only half the information.
Aidan has been having trouble at school with another kid. This other kid pushes him at recess, so much so that Aidan's come home with bruises and refused to go to a birthday party this kid and his older brother were at. So I've talked to his teacher. Ugh. I hate talking to his teacher because I don't want to be "that parent". I don't want to bug her and have her think that she's not doing something right. I don't want to be too overprotective of my kid. I don't want to be a helicopter parent and fix everything for my kid. I think kids need to solve their own problems sometimes and that parents should trust that the teacher is doing all she can to improve the situation.
Unfortunately, haven't gotten much better. Aidan feels like he doesn't have many friends at school (but he's got lots at home) and I just think the kids at his school play a lot rougher than he's used to. He gets silly, but he's not a rough and tumble boy. So, since talking to him about it and talking to his teacher about ithasn't solved the problem, I became "that parent" today. Encouraged (forced) by Jason, I got the principal involved. I know Aidan isn't completely innocent, but he should not come home with bruises! He's in Kindergarten for goodness sake!
I so don't want to be "that parent" that is up at school all the time, trying to solve her kids' problems for them. But, what else can I do? Ugh. At least I don't work at the school my kid goes to. That would be a really icky situation. Hopefully, things will work out soon and I can just be the "helper mom" that teachers really prefer!
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