What a week.
Day 1:
Miah was in tears when I picked her up from daycare on Monday because she hates dodgeball. She doesn't like getting hit and she is uncoordinated. I told her not to play and she says the room worker tells her she has to. I console Miah and let her know I will call the daycare director to excuse her from dodgeball. I mean really?!?! Like she can't delay that torture until middle school phys ed? I called the director (great lady) and she tells me that kids don't have to play any game. She needs to be in the same room, but can read a book if she wants. Cool. Problem solved.
Day 2:
Miah is in tears when I picked her up from daycare because the room leader/teacher wouldn't let her play any games with the other kids. "Your mom said you're not allowed to run." (Not true and the lady is just being a brat.) A kid had tripped over Miah during a game when she was sitting on the sidelines. The teacher put the class in time out where they all had to sit because they were being too rambunctious and rowdy. Then the teacher says "Maybe its not you guys, but maybe its the person who is always getting hurt when we play games who is the problem." I try to stay objective realizing that Miah is an emotional 9 year old and perhaps took the comment out of context. I ask Trinity (she is queen tattle tale, but is an accurate reporter). She verifies the story. I called the daycare director and she tells me she will address the attitude with this teacher while remaining vague enough to not identify Miah. Cool. Issue addressed.
Day 3:
Miah was in tears when I picked her up from daycare because the room leader/teacher told her she was not allowed to mention the word panda. Really?!? In fact, Miah had three coins (rewards) taken for slipping up and saying it.
Teacher: Miah, you talk about pandas so much that now I can't even stand the color black and white.
Forget objective, I'm pissed. I have feigned interest about Star Wars, Legos, Justin Bieber and whatever else my kids are obsessing over because its what they want to talk about. Miah loves China and pandas. She has panda wallets, shirts, socks, stuffed animals, and so on. That is her thing, and if this teacher doesn't want to hear about it then she does not belong in a room of kids that age. I call the daycare director (still a great lady) and schedule a meeting for before school so that she can hear directly the events from Miah. Cool. Plan in place.
Day 1:
Miah was in tears when I picked her up from daycare on Monday because she hates dodgeball. She doesn't like getting hit and she is uncoordinated. I told her not to play and she says the room worker tells her she has to. I console Miah and let her know I will call the daycare director to excuse her from dodgeball. I mean really?!?! Like she can't delay that torture until middle school phys ed? I called the director (great lady) and she tells me that kids don't have to play any game. She needs to be in the same room, but can read a book if she wants. Cool. Problem solved.
Day 2:
Miah is in tears when I picked her up from daycare because the room leader/teacher wouldn't let her play any games with the other kids. "Your mom said you're not allowed to run." (Not true and the lady is just being a brat.) A kid had tripped over Miah during a game when she was sitting on the sidelines. The teacher put the class in time out where they all had to sit because they were being too rambunctious and rowdy. Then the teacher says "Maybe its not you guys, but maybe its the person who is always getting hurt when we play games who is the problem." I try to stay objective realizing that Miah is an emotional 9 year old and perhaps took the comment out of context. I ask Trinity (she is queen tattle tale, but is an accurate reporter). She verifies the story. I called the daycare director and she tells me she will address the attitude with this teacher while remaining vague enough to not identify Miah. Cool. Issue addressed.
Day 3:
Miah was in tears when I picked her up from daycare because the room leader/teacher told her she was not allowed to mention the word panda. Really?!? In fact, Miah had three coins (rewards) taken for slipping up and saying it.
Teacher: Miah, you talk about pandas so much that now I can't even stand the color black and white.
Forget objective, I'm pissed. I have feigned interest about Star Wars, Legos, Justin Bieber and whatever else my kids are obsessing over because its what they want to talk about. Miah loves China and pandas. She has panda wallets, shirts, socks, stuffed animals, and so on. That is her thing, and if this teacher doesn't want to hear about it then she does not belong in a room of kids that age. I call the daycare director (still a great lady) and schedule a meeting for before school so that she can hear directly the events from Miah. Cool. Plan in place.
Day 4:
Jason and I take Miah to meet with the daycare director. Miah tearfully tells her how this teacher is out to get her (I'm paraphrasing here) but sweetly tries to make excuses for the way she's been treated. "Maybe she misunderstood about me playing dodgeball, so she didn't let me run." I want to say "This teacher is mad because my 9 year old is smarter than she is." I don't though. Someone reward me with a coin."
The daycare director said she never gave any instruction about Miah, nor did I. Director just told the classes that games are optional for the kids. The director was clearly upset and angry after hearing all the details (Good.). She is moving that teacher out of the room (hope she is on diaper cleanup) and has set up a way for Miah to get the directors attention from her class if she needs help.
I still think flying off the handle and trying to be objective was the right thing to do, and I'm confident that the director will handle things now that we all know the extent of the situation.
However, I must confess... it is taking everything in me not to follow this teacher out to her car and push her down.
The ^*^*%&)*.
ReplyDeleteWho is the adult in the classroom?
Best luck with all this. XD