Being the Parent, Not the Teacher

It's been a strange year, being the parent and not the teacher. I thank my lucky stars that we ended up in Mrs. Z's class; she is absolutely perfect- for me. (We think she's practically perfect for Fran, too!) The journey of learning to be a parent of a child in a class has been an absolute pleasure and has required much reflection. I am astounded by how much this experience would affect my own role as a classroom teacher. ( I think I'd be a little sweeter next time around...)

The interaction between parent and teacher needs common ground and mutual respect. But the thing that seems to have the biggest impact is attitude. From what I can see, the experience families have in school mirrors the energy parents send off about the school and their child's teacher. As my mother always says,"You catch more flies with honey than vinegar."

I understand that my experience would be different if Fran, his teacher, and his classroom weren't so smooth. But I hope that even in an adverse situation, I would know not to come in swinging, assuming the role of adversary. Being combative or accusatory never gets the outcome you desire.

I really want to embrace and support the people who spend six hours a day with my child. Maybe this is because I've walked a few miles in "teacher shoes," but I think it's more than that. I think it's an approach to life. And it feels good when I let little things slide; I know they don't matter. Supporting my son's overall experience is more important than reacting to a slice of one day.

I can't believe Kindergarten is half-over.