Last week I was asked to observe my daughter in her classroom for about an hour. This is standard at the school she attends, and this is the third year I’ve watched her interact with her classmates and teachers. This year I had the added layer of caring for my twoish month old, but he’s an awesome baby, especially when I wear him in my Moby, so it wasn’t a problem at all.
Watching my daughter in class was hilarious. She is by far one of the bossiest kids. She went to the home corner where three other kids were quietly playing and announced loudly, “Who wants to go on an adventure?! Grab your seat, we’re getting in the car!” She then took a chair from the kitchen table and set it up as the driver seat in an imaginary car. The other three kids quickly fell into place setting up the rest of the car. My daughter then decided to pack – throwing all sorts of stuff into the ‘trunk’ (floor) and giving her passengers ‘food’ for the ride. When the teacher called her over to work on her art, my daughter cheerfully skipped away, abandoning the mess she’d made. A few minutes later, the teacher went to check on the kids in the home corner and chastized them for making such a mess and throwing things on the floor. She told them they needed to clean it up and that since they couldn’t respect these things, they couldn’t play with them. NOT ONE kid threw my daughter under the bus! I was sure they’d all blame her, since it was totally her fault. Nope – they all just cleaned it up.
I watched my daughter play with nearly every kid in the classroom. When pushed to do something else, she responded, “No, I don’t want to do that. I’m doing this.” During music time, I watched her yell clarifications to the whole class (including the teachers, “You guys! The song said touch your nose – it didn’t say stop touching your nose, so you should still be touching your nose with that hand.” The teachers ignored her.
But the best part of my day was when I watched my daughter listen quietly during story time as the teacher related the story of the Ethiopian meeting Philip (in Acts). At the end of the story, my daughter raised her hand and waited patiently to be called. The teacher did her very best to ignore my daughter until it was clear she wasn’t going to give up. Once called on, my daughter stated, “And then he was baptized.” … The teacher had forgotten the end of the story. My daughter made sure that wasn’t going to happen, and I was so proud of her for knowing her Bible story.
But wow, is she strong-headed. She’ll make a fantastic leader, provided my husband and I help her learn how to soften her pushiness a bit. She knows what is right and is absolutely confident in who she is. I was very impressed with the time I spent at her school.
This being a Christian school, at the end of the teacher chat, the teachers offer to pray with you over your child. Each year I’ve appreciated their prayers and asked to pray for the teacher as well. I so enjoy being able to bless the teacher with an in-person prayer and have realized that this is something I might be ableto use in coming years at conferences as well. Next year my daughter will attend public school for kindergarten, and I anticipate parent/teacher conferences for many years. I hope that some of those teachers will allow me to pray over them as well, even if they do not share my beliefs. (Would that even be allowed at a conference? I guess I’ll be finding out!).