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Signposts
November 23, 2005 | Category: Mother to the First Power
In Paris, there were these great old-fashioned signposts. Crazy roads with no lanes and drivers with homicidal bents, sure. But great signposts.
Eiffel Tower thisaway. Notre Dame thataway.
I wish life had these kinds of signs.
Bear loves Happy Montessori. And being non-dominant (they used to say ambidextrous) and learning all his fine motor skills with both sides thankyouverymuch, we wanted him in Montessori. An educational approach that is designed to be non-pressured, strong language focus, and most of all, child-centered.
Because his birthday is September 6th, Bear missed the public school deadline for being in Kindergarten this year. We could tell that Bear wasn't quite ready, in any event. Since Happy Montessori doesn't have to follow the same guidelines as public schools, Miss G - his sweet triathalon-running pigtail-wearing teacher of 3 years - talked with us and suggested that we move Bear into the all-day program that Montessori has instead of Kindergarten this year and then just keep Bear there for 2 years if we felt he wasn't ready for first grade next year. She said that this way he would spend his afternoons in the company of his favorite group of kids - the one he'd been in class with since he was 2.
It was with a conflicted heart that we decided to allow it.
A few weeks after Bear started staying in the afternoons; Miss G called me and said that Bear was struggling a little with retaining his morning lessons into the afternoons. Retention not being a big issue that I had seen at home ("Mom, 6 months ago you said I could take swimming lessons....") I chalked it up to stamina - going from a 3-hour day to a 6-hour one.
Then she called a couple of weeks later and said that Bear's non-dominance meant neither writing hand had the fine-motor development of most of his peers and that she was concerned. I reminded her that this was one of the reasons why we decided he was getting two years of the 'kindergarten' program. At home, Bear is happy to draw and paint and fill up a sketch book with his letters ... using either hand. He is excited by his growing abilities to make what is on the paper reflect the ideas in his head.
Then she called and said that the schools full-time learning specialist (3 Masters degrees and 18 years experience) would be spending some time each week with Bear to help evaluate his learning style and see if there were better ways to be presenting Bear with Language skills. CD and I discussed it and called her back with our agreement. As Dee told us, it doesn't hurt to learn as much as we can about Bear.
Then, yesterday, Mrs. Quilt - the learning specialist - called. For an hour, she made recommendations. Occupational Therapist to assess his non-dominance and help him develop his fine motor skills. OK. Mrs. Q herself will spend 3 sessions a week in Bear's classroom as a helper, seeing how he learns and helping present information in new ways as one of the "helpers" that often join his classroom (like student teachers, parent helpers, and other specialists). She is working with a couple of other children in Bear's class so it should all flow well. OK fine.
And by "OK fine" I mean; "What the frelling frell is going on?"
He's been in an all-day program for all of 7 weeks and what? He's being covertly watched by a shuffling crowd of All-but-thesis types taking notes and nodding vigorously?" I mean, I'm ALL - make that WE'RE ALL - for our kid getting every scrap of loving guidance where he needs it but don't you think he's going to NOTICE HE'S A LAB RAT?! This is a bright kid. He is very aware of his environment. Is all this to the good for him? Or damaging?
Anyone know? Anyone? Bueller?
So last night, CD and I sat, shell-shocked. We asked Dee for her counsel. I mean, it is nursery school. Expensive and well-respected nursery school, but still. How many specialists should be intervening in the life of a child who isn't even kindergarten age?
Bear writes his own name as well as MOM and a couple of other words (with both hands), sight-recognizes several words in books, draws really great representational pictures, can do simple adding and subtracting, has a spoken vocabulary far above his age level, and can round kick the stuffing out of his karate teacher. At home and with friends, he seems right on par.
The thing that's scares us the most has actually nothing to do with his cognitive skills or learning method. It's that he's sensing there is something wrong.
In class, Bear has begun "masking" - pretending he can do things that he hasn't actually mastered yet. Like "reading" starter books that some of his peers are reading. This, everyone agrees, is a sign he feels pressured.
But no one knows - pressured from his realization that something is expected of him that he is not doing, or pressured from his internal desire to be at the same skill level as the older 5 year-olds and 6 year-olds in his class?
I am baffled, flummoxed, and feel a little railroaded. We've decided that our next step is to demand an in-person meeting with the school folks (and we're bringing Dee). Maybe then we'll get better answers about the problems we're trying to address and if this level of intervention is necessary.
Meanwhile, CD and I look at each other and try to act calm. Maybe all this is just responsible and proportional on the part of the school. I don't know. There are no concrete right directions, no pretty signposts anywhere we look...