Monday, November 20, 2006

Ambil report card

One thing we have to do as parents is to attend the Parents-Teachers-Day to collect our children's report card and listen to what the teacher has to say about our babies. You will either like it or you don't. I have mixed feelings. I really want to know how my son have progressed but am afraid to hear negative things, keep a straight face ( instead of crumbling to cry ) and find the right/appropriate response.
So there I was, with Dan, Umar and Titi in tow, to see Mrs Devi again. We bumped into Mrs Mala ( Umar's pre-1 teacher ) and she said she is hoping to see Umar's little sister in her class next year. Titi in response, hid behind Dan.
We waited for our turn. 1 girl went inside with her parents and Umar said, behind her retreating back, that that girl doesn't know anything. I asked what does he mean by that and he said she just doesn't know anything and she could not do anything. That is one thing I have to teach my son. Not to say anything bad about other people, especially in a judgmental tone. I wonder what other children has to say about my son. How can I protect him from these kind of things as he has entered into a bigger world, where people are different and hypercritical. We might be of the same race, but we built differently in our little own world called family. The gap is wider with people of different races. I really have to teach my son to accept people as who they are, to accept the things we find peculiar but normal to them, as what is more wonderful than the opposite of monotony ?
Anyway, Mrs Devi told me stuffs that I do not know about my son. She told me that Umar is the class clown and how he would eagerly raise his hand to answer questions, not caring if his answer is right or wrong. He will just bellow a laughter if he is wrong. He also is not shy of arguing if he thinks his answer is right.
His writings are big though, she said and Dan replied there is nothing anybody could do about that as that is how his momma's writings are.
My son is the class clown ? I know he is funny. I know he likes a good laugh and understand jokes. I love his roaring laughter when the telly tickled his funny bone. But a class clown ? Really baby ?
He once lead the class to sing 'Old Macdonald', a song he used to fondly call as Lagu Tok Mi because Tok Mi taught him that song. I do not know all this. Do I have to be his teacher to get another glimpse of my son ? In all truth, I am starting to envy all the people around him when I am not around. They get to be with this boy that means so much to me.
Then I will start to envy Titi's teachers and friends too. Ha ha.... what a life I am going to lead. It is just that, the 2 people that love them the most, get to spend such a small amount of time with them. But it is okay. But I have devised a plan. They have to hand me my grandchildren !! yelah, I won't be working at that time ( hopefully ) and now have time for my children's offspring !!

1 comment:

Sheik said...

Teringat masa zaman tadika dulu, aku masuk Happy Kindergarten, sebuah tadika cina kat belakang Klinik Pekan Setapak, K.L.

Memang zaman tadika menyeronotkan... tapi bebudak zaman sekarang lebih advance perkembangan mereka..macam-macam ada..

Ada satu peristiwa yang aku sangat ingat sampai ke hari ini. Teacher kami buat story telling session.. dia duduk atas bangku. Kami semua duduk atas lantai. Teacher cerita pasal crocodile punya la bersungguh-sungguh...

Malangnya bebudak kecik yang mendengar sambil bersila semua ketawa terkekek-kekek sebab....sebab ape yea ??? Cerita crocodile ni cerita seram, tapi most bebudak katsitu ketawa..???

Semenarnya si Teacher nyonya ni pakai skirt pendek, dah tu duduk lak depan kami atas kerusi mengadap kami yang bersila ni...

Kami ni kanak-kanak yang ada photographic memory... ish! 3x, tu la masalahnya...