Rubia Warren
November 6th 2003, 06:36 PM
I went to parent teacher conferences at school today, and my daughter's teacher and I were talking about my daughter. Sometimes I just feel like I don't do enough to try to help her learn, and then I sit around and obsess that maybe she's like, the stupidest kid in class, and everybody else is way more advanced than she is because their parents are better than me, etc. etc.
I was shocked to hear that she is actually one of the best students in the class- not because I think she's stupid, but just cuz I don't think I have done a good job.
This is the sad part:
there are about 4 or 5 children in her class who until school started had never used a pair of scissors before.
They still don't know how to color in the lines and neatly in the first grade because they were never given coloring books to play with at home as preschoolers and toddlers.
And before they entered school, they had never been read to at all ever by their parents.
I was raised by a mom who always read to us every day, and my brother and I both read before the age of 4, and we both still love to read.
I can't imagine my parents never reading to me.
I can't imagine never knowing until the age of 6 what it was like to cut things with scissors.
And to top it all of:
I can't imagine a childhood without coloring and activity books to color in!
As I looked on the wall at all the kids' papers and projects, I felt so bad for these little kids. Their handwriting was awful- almost unintelligible, and everything was written wrong and spelled wrong. My heart felt sad, as I tried to imagine growing up without any crayolas, and spending that time instead in front of a tv or a video game.
I was shocked to hear that she is actually one of the best students in the class- not because I think she's stupid, but just cuz I don't think I have done a good job.
This is the sad part:
there are about 4 or 5 children in her class who until school started had never used a pair of scissors before.
They still don't know how to color in the lines and neatly in the first grade because they were never given coloring books to play with at home as preschoolers and toddlers.
And before they entered school, they had never been read to at all ever by their parents.
I was raised by a mom who always read to us every day, and my brother and I both read before the age of 4, and we both still love to read.
I can't imagine my parents never reading to me.
I can't imagine never knowing until the age of 6 what it was like to cut things with scissors.
And to top it all of:
I can't imagine a childhood without coloring and activity books to color in!
As I looked on the wall at all the kids' papers and projects, I felt so bad for these little kids. Their handwriting was awful- almost unintelligible, and everything was written wrong and spelled wrong. My heart felt sad, as I tried to imagine growing up without any crayolas, and spending that time instead in front of a tv or a video game.