Today was School Conference Day. I attempted to put Babygirl down for a nap at 12:30. My husband came home from work for an hour so I could go to conferences. My plan was for both babies to sleep, but Babygirl did not cooperate. I was so frustrated when I had to take her with me.
TwinBoyB's conference was first. This is my son who didn't walk until 17 months old. He had only four teeth when he turned 2. He has never been in any kind of hurry in his life. His plan for life is to do as little as he can in all areas. Except, of course, for Nintendo and making weird mouth noises and swacking bushes with sticks.
He starts every school year operating in Sneak By Without Being Noticed mode. I was not at all surprised to hear that he's failing half of his subjects, even math, which he truly understands. He "forgets" things and doesn't understand things. The truth is, as the teacher said, "If a leaf falls off a tree outside, it completely derails him." This is a boy who cannot or does not concentrate.
Anyway, we can only hope that he grows up and graduates. He normally begins to put forth a bit of effort about this time of the year when he realizes that we are all watching him!
TwinboyA's teacher had good things to say about him. He's getting nearly straight A's. She said he'd like to just read all the time. His handwriting is messy, but she feels like he's making improvements in that area. His math sheets are also messy, but that's improving as well. She was very nice and didn't even get rattled when Babygirl decided to fuss and cry during the whole twenty-minutes.
Tonight, I went to YoungestBoy's kindergarten conference. The teacher showed me the assessment that they did the first weeks of school. He counted to 100 and knew all his numbers. He knew almost all of his letters and a few of the sounds. He knew his shapes and colors. Most importantly, though, she said he is an excellent student and a joy to have in class.
I never expected that getting children through their school years would be such an exhausting experience. I hate to see any of them fail in any area. They are all great kids.
I hate, too, that my kids are so average, or even below average. It always seems like everyone has kids in gifted and talented programs, or accelerated learning programs, and my kid is just struggling to spell "resource"! It's a reminder that they are individuals with their own strengths and weaknesses . . . and if strengths reflect positively on parents, then don't weaknesses, too?
I feel like TwinBoyB's failures make me look like a negligent parent, like a failure myself. After all, if I can't raise my children to be excellent students and good people, then perhaps I'm doing a horrible job as a mother. I worry about this pretty often. I thought I would be so good at this mothering thing and half the time I can't even keep clean underwear in their drawers!
I tell myself that they are just individuals with their own sets of struggles and successes to experience. It's another chance to step back and remember that these children are a gift from God and not an extension of me, like a couple of extra arms or feet.
For tonight, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
(And, please, God, please, don't let Babygirl give up her naps just yet or I will surely collapse! Twelve straight hours of baby-care is more than I can handle!)