Wednesday, June 1, 2011
You've Got to Start Teaching Your Son SOMETHING!
I refrained from yelling. I smiled and said that public school will always be there. It's always an option.
However, I also felt like a little kid with her fingers crossed behind her back while she outright lied. It's always an option...for other people. What I wanted to say is this - My son is not yet in Kindergarten. He is five and would be headed there this September. In Kindergarten they would be starting the ABC's to get those who are unfamiliar with them up to speed. My son, however, can read and spell and write, he just chooses not to. He'd rather be doing something else than sitting and reading. He's a five-year-old boy. When he's ready, he'll do it. I trust this and I trust him.
I'm sure that wouldn't have gone over well and I would have left the premises.
After I put the two littles to bed, Eli and I sit on the kitchen floor as of lately...his idea, not mine, and talk. We also use the chalkboard wall to work out problems. Tonight's was "What's 90 plus 90?" and "What's is 1 minus 1?" I had him write them down and work them out.
Then, with the conversation of the other day in my head I said, "Hey, you want to talk about some words?" Sure. Awesome. Let's do it.
I wrote AT at the top of the board and said, "Go. What can you spell with AT?" Cat, bat, fat and cadlac... Let me translate: Cadillac.
I dislike how someones comments can make me feel like I have to prove my son's capabilities when I know them to be true to himself. I dislike, even more so, when that someone is a family member.
I love that my son enjoys the time we have alone together. I love that I get to answer his questions without interruption and that we have the time to work things out. Our best time together is late at night when he "should" be asleep. He's always most inquisitive after dark. I think he's a vampire...with fabulous penmanship (yes, that's his 90 + 90 up there).