I had my very first Parent/Teacher Conference on Friday where I had to sit in the parent chair. (Let me preface this with I thought I knew what to expect) Colby is in Kindergarten this year and has 2 years of Preschool under his belt. His preschool teacher always gave us raving reviews... so, today, kinda knocked me off my pedestal as a mom (who is a teacher).
Colby's teacher told us that Colby will need to receive additional tutoring as he is not showing recognition of all of his letters. My heart immediately sank. I felt as if I not only failed as a parent, but as a teacher. My job is to daily educate other peoples' children and yet my own has fallen short.
We, of course, agreed to the tutoring~ we do want what's best for our child, even if it is a HUGE blow to one's ego. As we were leaving, Robbie, my ex, said, "It's okay. I had to be tutored when I was in school." I turned and looked at him and said,"Yeah? Well, both of your parents weren't teachers!"
This follows Colby's trip to the dentist, a few weeks back, with the result of nine cavities.
Yeah...I guess I won't be nominated for Parent-of-the-Year anytime soon.
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