I'll have some of that please.
A frustrating part of being a parent is when you are disrespected.
The other day I was volunteering in my son's class. The classrooms are set up so that there is a divider or door between two rooms giving it an open-concept feel. They are in essence twin classes working side by side and sometimes together.
While I was at the small child-sized table printing out words, the teacher had the class on the carpet. Next to me was the open door to the next class where I heard the teacher scolding the students. I haven't heard such a harsh, loud tone come from a teacher since my eldest started school 4 yrs ago. In fact, I have noticed a total shift in teaching styles and classroom settings from when I was there not too long ago.
In a very raised voice she said (after a big long lecture)... "You will not interrupt me! I am not your mother, I will not be disrespected!"
Uh, excuse me?! Us mothers need, deserve and want respect too!!
When our kids are being brats we tell them that in the same way they listen to their teachers, they need to listen and obey us even more because we are the ones who love and care for them. We are the ones who are in this for life.
Respect. Yeah. What is that?
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
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We are missing it alot here lately...
I hear ya! Before my son was even born, I prayed that he would be a respectable boy.
As a former preschool teacher myself, I can understand the teacher's frustration. However - by saying those simple words, SHE was disrespecting every child's mom. Respect is a two way street!
Yikes, she sure used the wrong choice of words!
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