Without a doubt I knew we would face this yet again. And it's SO annoying. It was the subject of my call to school to a certain teacher bright and early in the morning. And it was something I asked this teacher to stop and think about before assigning this type of project.
What is it?
An autobiography. Poster size. Grrrr.
Asking all kinds of questions that I, nor half of my children, know the answers to. Where were you born? Weight? True birth date? Parents at birth? When they first walked? What they enjoyed playing with?
WE DO NOT KNOW.
And while we do not linger (normally) over not knowing these things, here we are having to try to help a child fill in the blanks as best we can:(
It's not as if we want a poster listing "UNKNOWN" under most of their early childhood life in any classroom for all to see.
It's inconsiderate of teachers to make these assignments. Certainly not all children have wonderful childhoods they want to talk/write/post in the class for all to see:(
Yes, it's "cute" to know you sucked your thumb. Yes, it's something that you were a 10 pound baby. But is it necessary?? NO, it is NOT.
Now here's some cuteness for you, pics from when the twins went to the beach with friends over the summer:) Aren't they just too cute?
So, yes, I called. And I spoke with the teacher and I told her she would have to accept that my child may very well write that we are her parents, she was born in China to US with the name we gave her, and listing the siblings she has now as her birth siblings.
That it was gonna be what SHE (Chloe) wants to share. And that this needed to be accepted and graded and not pointed out to all. Teacher very nicely agreed and was quite understanding, so there was that.
In some ways this assignment is very much a useful way for Chloe to decide what to share. As she will many times over in her lifetime. So I didn't have to release "Mother Bear" too much with my call, and I was very proud to know Chloe had emailed the teacher herself-- something that has been too scary for her to do in the past.
My other call to the school? Camden. That darned football. The school nurse (I know her) laughed and told me I was paranoid and she couldn't believe I called her to tell her my child is covered in bruises on his arms from FOOTBALL. That's right, we don't hit children here at all (nope, we won't MOM) and I was mortified to see his arms after his game on Saturday.
The nurse's son plays on Camden's team and she said her boy looks the same and that I needed to let the boys be boys. Okay then.
But really, do you see why I took issue with him playing before this? I can't believe I'm just gonna ignore this and let him keep at this horrible "sport" (Yes, I will MOM) because he LOVES football.
Can't like some "safe" sport like golf or something??? Nope. He says. Football. Grrrr.
I had Paisley's IEP meeting-- she is doing well, the walking she does at school is increasing her stamina as I had hoped it would. She is doing good in her classes, it seems all the teens are settling in well and shocking both me and their ESL teacher:)
Everyone is sharing a cold, Kat, Paisley, Phoebe, Chance, Chase have all been heard sniffling and snotting around-- eewuuuhhhh.
Can't share nothin' else but they share germs quite well:(