Friday: the end of the first complete week of school. For Jedadiah, since he only went to preschool three days a week, this was the first time in his life that he had classes 5 days straight. As a parent, this entry is difficult to write because I want to remember only the good days. However, learning, especially learning a second language, is difficult and can add stress to a 5-year old’s life. When I picked him up from school on Friday, the teacher motioned with her hands for me to stay a few minutes. I waited till most of the other children were dismissed for his teacher. (Communication has been a challenge since the school has a closed campus policy.) I stood on one side of the 8-foot gate and his teacher was on the other side. She told me that Jedadiah had told her to please stop talking; I am tired and want to go home. In addition, he had pulled the hair of the little girl who sits next to him. I felt humiliated and responsible.
First I felt responsible because I hadn’t prepared him adequately for school. Perhaps I should have sent him to preschool five days a week. Second, he had told me earlier in the week that one of the girls was bullying him. Could this be the same girl? Finally, I feel responsible because he is my son. I had just told him that morning to ignore the kids who weren’t being nice to him and to keep his hands to himself.
We had a long talk, where he cried, lost several privileges and said he wouldn’t do that anymore.
About 20 minutes after this talk, he fell asleep and napped for an hour and a half. He hasn’t napped in months, so he must have been completely and utterly exhausted!
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