(Young parents, how to cry for a 1:54? watching "The first day of the rest of your life" , Jove) We went there a few days, meet the school's principal where we put our daughter. Good
already, I really thought about: how to get there, how to be punctual, how to find John Chou, how to have children are ready, in good mood to spend the entire interview in good conditions. All
past did not exactly like in my plans.
I arrive right on time, but I can not find immediately place to park. Time to unfold the stroller, to take the children to go to school: it is 14h10. I am rather still ahead ... brief.
Then I try to call John Chou, who is always there: my laptop let me go! he died, suddenly, like that! of course I still do not know by heart his new work number ...
Here I am, alone with the children, before the director in his office. Finally, it is parents who are valued, not children!
I am asked about my values, my vision of the authority of teachers ... actually for half an hour, the director told me not only that: intrusive parents, who themselves everywhere who refuse the directives given by instit ', who tell their children not to make the punishment ... and discredit the teachers so much. These parents, it tries to detect the maximum.
It's crazy, all the teachers are facing this problem today, with parents "consumerism", which require the instit 'he complies with their rules and refuse to hear that their child can do not be perfect ...
Meanwhile, my daughter Chouine, claiming to visit the court ... My son, after drinking his bottle on my lap, decided to throw in half on my tights and my dress ... black.
"Oh, it's job, huh?" Director remark in a understanding smile, handing me a handkerchief. I'm tired. Finally we
John Chou is coming! professional after his lunch, he was stuck behind a truck ... Apologies, and we start over.
values, respect for rules, authority ... etc..
He says, that "usual", we're a stickler for schedules. We have principles, we want to teach our children respect for rules, give them a solid framework, etc., etc.. They trusted the teachers, we'll let them do their job. What if something does not please us, which is possible, do not contradict the instit before our daughter, but we will tell him adult to adult.
Well, despite the sonic ambience rather we put it in his office every four to one true demonstration! - Our bid was accepted (this must be acknowledged that damn good)
Well it gives me some thing, knowing that my daughter will attend school next year.
I am happy for her, she is in such demand to discover, learn new things. I know she'll have fun. And I think it is increasingly attractive growing up, I'm so excited to see me too pass this step.
But it troubles me, too. I feel she was born yesterday ... and I can already see from. I know it's all exaggerated. She was not born yesterday, she does not even ... rather, it will need more of us in the coming years.
My children are very young, and I already feel nostalgia. I am a mother now, no longer a child. I can already imagine the large, raised, vaccinated, lovers, pimply, passionate, rebellious, hairy, graduates boxes. And it gives a bit dizzy.
Early childhood is some binding, it is the headache for them to keep, for a minute for yourself ... but once it ends, we say: I'd like to keep my daughter to me a few more years! Being able to stick to it a little, always cuddle in bed in the morning when she takes her bottle, make her laugh, my fascination with magical powers (like putting a DVD for example).
Stay a little longer, with his father, his priority, his idol, his only reference ...
school, this will be the first friends, games, great discoveries, field trips, a beautiful mistress, the memories are created ...
But it is also the confrontation with the teachers, the constraints, the work to be done, rules, standards that comply ... I never really liked it, hope it will comply.
I do not look forward, either, starting the relationship between parents and teachers. It'll take years.
Some time ago, I wondered why some parents wept often, the day of the first intake of their child ... I thought they were already accustomed yet to leave their child in the manger, among the nanny ... and the school was finally an extension.
Finally, I feel I'll probably be part of that class parents moved.
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