Astrid had her first preschool parent-teacher conference last week. What I have found out so far is that the majority of the kids in her class are first-borns. I gather this because most of these moms seem to have newborn babies and most of these moms are about 14 years younger than I am. Needless to say I haven’t really met anyone yet and I just overhear some of the conversations as they meet and most of the conversations go “OMG I graduated from the school in 2006 too!” And I am like OMG I graduated before you were born so I am just going to sit her quietly and pick my yellowing teeth.
Astrid isn’t fairing much better than I am. In fact if you ask her what some of her classmates names are she answers with “I don’t have classmates” or “there are no other kids in my class” or “I like to play by myself.”
So she’ll be lonely too in about 40 years.
I think the most uncomfortable part of the whole preschool situation though is that neither of us know any of her five teachers names. I mean I am sure they told me what they were when we toured, but I’ll be damned if I can remember. So for now I just call them “Hi” “Good morning” and “How are you today!” It’s working for me. I wonder if Astrid calls them “You” “You there” and “You the only lady with short hair.” Whatever works.
But I do have to giggle that I am dropping Astrid off at a place where I don’t know who anybody is.
But she seems happy as long as the other kids keep on the down-low and don’t invade her space because she prefers preschool completely alone.
Because the information from her conference was actually quite surprising for me to hear. You see, she has two sisters whose preschool conferences always started with “They need to be more assertive.” And I would say “No, no they don’t.” So here’s the thing about my kids – and believe me this is nothing I taught or did or instructed or disciplined or anything – my kids even as babies, toddlers, preschooler and now beyond have NEVER(no exaggeration) taken a toy or anything from another child and if a child wants something that they are playing with, well they will just hand it to that child and then find something else to play with. Every time. No exaggeration. Always. All of them. So as you can imagine my girls have NEVER gotten into a fight. Ever. Because I do believe since birth they care more about people than stuff and if you came over here right now and said you wanted everything they owned they would just help you load it up and haul it away and then shrug their shoulders and say “Oh well, we can find something else.”
So I need to repeat that – my kids have never fought.
Back to the surprise of the conference – her teacher said that Astrid is being assertive at school, and while she would still never have interest in what another child is playing with, she holds firm if another child just tries to take her toy. And I about died when I heard this news and wasn’t even sure what to do with it.
But the first thing I did was warn her sisters that they are pretty much going to get their asses kicked when Astrid gets bigger.
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