Hi, my name is Pam, and I am “that mom.”
Let me back up a little. My twins are in first grade this year, and they are doing great. I love both of their homeroom teachers, and am thrilled with how much they are learning in general. But first grade in our school is the start of “tracking” in math. At the start of the year, they were assessed and put into groups based on that assessment. We were told the groups would be flexible.
Which, it turns out, was a big effing lie.
My daughter is pretty much the kid every teacher wants in their class. She’s smart, listens quietly, raises her hand, tries her best, writes neatly, all of that good school-y stuff. My son is also very smart, but has a certain tendency to miss instructions because he was thinking about something else, drop his folders on the floor, forget to bring home his spelling words, or glue them in his folder upside down. He’s an awesome kid in a million ways, but not exactly a kid for whom the structure of school is a perfect fit.
I’m fine with both of those things, and neither came as a surprise. My kiddos came out of the womb with those personalities.
My son, although he was more advanced in math at the start of the year than my daughter was, tested into a lower math group. He probably had a hangnail during the assessment and really needed to bite it off before he could focus. Or something.
I waited, imagining it would self-correct with the flexible groupings they talked about. It didn’t. I sent a few e-mails, but was told I had to wait until the end of the quarter. I didn’t want to be “that mom,” so I waited.
I waited and watched my daughter learn all sorts of new things, while my son didn’t. At the start of the year, I had to constantly remind him not to tell her the answers on her homework because it was so easy for him. (His own homework was done in seconds, being too easy by an even wider margin.) By the end of the quarter, he had no idea what she was doing because he wasn’t learning that stuff. So it wasn’t a huge shock to find out that he didn’t place into the higher class on the new assessment. How could he? He hadn’t been taught anything new.
I asked his teacher at one point what skills he was missing that we could work on at home. She told me that he needed to focus more and “learn to organize his school supplies.”
That’s fair, I guess. He does need to learn to focus and get organized. Those are important school skills. But if we wait to challenge him in math until he learns to be organized and focus on boring things, well, he might still be learning 3+4 when he’s in high school. I’m just saying.
So now I’m setting up a meeting with his math teacher and I’m ready to face my fear of being “that mom.”
You know, that mom. The competitive one who thinks her kids poop rainbows. The one who makes trouble.
There are probably a lot of those moms at my kids’ school. It’s a high power school district and crazy competitive. It feeds into blue ribbon middle and high schools. People have loads of money. In fact, the first grade is 25% larger than the kindergarten was because so many people sent their kindergarteners to private school to give them an edge.
I’m like, dude, people, chill. It’s first grade, man. It’s only first grade!
And then I’m like, dude, Pam, chill. It’s only first grade.
Except I’m watching one of my kids learn and one of them not learn. Except I have seen the light of pride on my son’s face when he solves a difficult math problem at home and I want that for him at school. Except that I sat in his math class yesterday and could see that he was bored out of his skull and I couldn’t blame him. I watched him pull himself back to attention and then fade, pull himself back to attention and then fade, as they did problem after problem that he could easily solve in his head. Except that I know that the inertia of this math placement will only get more and more solid as time goes on and tracks become deep ruts.
So I’m going to march my butt in there and risk being that mom.
My fear of being that mom, of being seen a certain way by teachers, of getting a bad reputation, kept me from doing what was right for my kid a month into school.
Fuck that. Done with that fear.
I am that mom.
That mom who advocates for her kids’ education. That mom who doesn’t care whether or not the teacher likes me. That mom who they’d better not mess with.
I am that mom.
That mom who loves her children fiercely. That mom who will do everything she can to keep them from wasting time in school. Because if they’re not going to be here hanging with me—playing outside, chilling in PJs, making music, snuggling—they had damn well better be learning stuff. That mom who wants to make sure that all of the doors and opportunities stay open for my kids as long as possible.
I am that mom. And I will do anything for my kids. So buckle up, teachers.
"Learn to organize his school supplies?" Not sure what that has to do with being good at math! We homeschool, but if my kids were in school I am sure I would be "that mom." My mom did it for me too when I was a kid, many times. It makes a huge difference.ReplyDelete
Yeah, the organize school supplies thing really set me off. I understand that those kinds of skills are crucial to his eventual success, but it really has nothing to do with math.Delete
Pam, you are so not that mom. I've witnessed your interactions with your kids. You don't question every little thing that happens in school or in activities they are in. You are just being their advocate. That is part of parenting in my humble opinion. You rock as a parent and that is one of the many things I love about you. YOU ROCK :-)ReplyDelete
Thanks Vanessa. :) I really try hard not to be too far up their butts. I totally have it in me to be a helicopter mom and it's a constant struggle not to be. I think that's why this issue is so loaded for me.Delete
I am with you Pam... we have been struggling with similar situation for Camille.ReplyDelete
I might have to be that dad!
Be that dad!!!Delete
What you are is "that" mom who wants her children to be excited about school and working to potential. If that is being "that" mom, then I'm "that" mom too. I think they have boxed themselves into a corner with the above grade level class size and physically are hesitant to move kids - which is a sucky reason to make important decisions. I'm right there behind you!ReplyDelete
I noticed this the other day when I was there. Yes, there was literally only one seat left in the above grade level class (and that could have been someone who was absent). It's Howard County, baby, where everyone is above average! Hahaha.Delete
When my mom showed up at school to talk about one of her kids, all the teachers and the principal gulped. "Oh no, here comes Mrs. W." So be that mom. We're counting on you~ReplyDelete
Ps 1st and 2nd grade are hardest on boys. They don't want to sit still. They shouldn't have to!
Sitting still isn't as hard for him. He's a pretty chill kid. It's the paying attention part that's hard, and the instructions given to the whole class and only given once. He pretty much doesn't even hear me if I don't physically touch his shoulder when I talk. He's trying and he's doing great, but it's a very long day of focus for him still....Delete
Merely "buckle up?" They had better also put their heads between their knees and clasp their ankles. You sound so like someone else I know. Clearly you share some of the same strengths.ReplyDelete
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