SusanofO -> RE: dont judge a book by it's cover (1/26/2007 2:54:25 AM)
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Oh gosh this made me cry. I know so many kids like this. There are some people who are teachers who should never have become teachers (my own Kindergarten teacher, Miss Morton, comes to mind here - she was one scary lady). Some people seem born to teach, and some really are motivated by their students. My mother was an elementary school teacher. And the administration where she taught always asked the teachers to look at the kids' supposed IQ scores before the year began. My mother never did it - she said it would affect the way she taught them - and was afraid that kids pick up whether someone thinks they are bright or not, and that knowing would help her cater to some preconceived "self-fulfilling prophecy stuff", and possibly de-motivate some kids. But - sometimes, after a few months would go by, out of curiosity - she'd look at some of the kids' test scores. Sometimes, this amazed her, and some scores she just thought were probably flat-out wrong. She got kids to read who had no previous interest in reading (or spelling or writing, or much else). Her ex-students would phone her, years later, just to say "hi". She was an amazingly good teacher (she taught second and fifth grades, and also music). Several of them remarked she made them love to read. And there are also people (I think) who will never be teachers in a classroom, who just don't realize what a difference they can make in a child's life, just with a kind few words, or by showing an interest in what is happening in their lives. People can make an amazing difference with just small things they do for kids, sometimes (I think). I see them all the time, at the places where I volunteer. Children have amazing memories, and soak up experiences (for better or worse) like a sponge, I think. For the past three years, there have been these three Hispanic kids, who live about 6 blocks from me, whose parents both work long hours, who at first were attracted to my dogs (they are friendly, sweet dogs), and when I walked them around the neighborhood, they'd be on their way home from school, and they'd ask me if they could pet them, etc. I said of course (they don't bite and are very gentle, and love kids, and attention from almost anyone else). Then one day they followed me home all the way, and the little six-year-old girl (Rosa) said: "Do you ever make cookies? My mom used to, but now she works all the time". I said: "I make cookies, but did your mother ever tell you to not go in a stranger's house without knowing them?" - I said she could come in (and her two brothers) if they promised me they'd call their mom from my phone when they were inside (this was before I had a cell phone. I also explained that going inside first would normally not be the wise thing to do). They called their mom, and I let her know who I was, gave her my name and address and phone, and asked her if I could give them some cookies I just made that day. She said fine. It was a short conversation - she seemed not all that interested in who I was (maybe she was having a stressful day). These three kids have been stopping at my house now for over three years, at least once a week (sometimes 2-3 times a week), to pet my dogs, and eat my cookies, and other snacks, and drink soda-pop. I've taught them how to play Backgammon, Monopoly, and helped them with their homework, too. They tell me everything: How much their mom and dad fight, that their eldest brother is in juvenile detention (again), and how much they like my cookies, how they like some teachers and some are mean or don't listen to them, etc. They can keep coming and visiting me until they graduate from college and-or get married, for all I care. Apparently, they need some attention. I don't think it has anything to do with working moms (or dads) - I think it might have something to do with listening to your kids, though - and paying some attention to them. But - the above are "everday, normal" kids (really. I've met their parents, and they are what I tend to think of as average parents. I don't see them as "abusive" or neglectful". They are just busy, and they have to work a lot. But, I am not living in their house - who knows, really? Maybe I will die, and it will be revealed there was a lot more happening than I ever suspected - and I was "filling some gap" in their lives that made some crucial diffference. Then again, maybe not (maybe they just like my cookies). I've also enjoyed talking with them - they are sweet kids. But I see the opposite end of the spectrum each week as well - I see so much the real result of abuse and neglect where I volunteer at the children's shelter. I sometimes cannot fathom how a child can become so emotionally unglued and damaged by the time they are, say, five years old. Then I read their paperwork and their history - and it all becomes way too clear for even me to stomach, sometimes. I simply cannot fathom why some people ever have children in the first place - you would not believe what some people actually do to little tiny children. It can be horrifying. I woud be just fine with the concept of licensing parents. I've seen enough to last me two life-times, as far as the results of neglect and abuse of children. - Susan
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