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Before I could take my son home from his daycare yesterday, I had to sign an "Incident Report." It seems he has a new afternoon teacher, and he has decided her limits need to be tested. She only had 4 lines to write down everything he had done, so she wrote very small to get it all one there. It seems that he threw his shoes at her (they were confiscated and he had to spend the rest of the day in his sock feet), tried to bite her (she was too fast and got away from him), tried to throw a large toy metal truck at her, and not only did he refuse to stay in time out when she tried to punish him, he taunted her by saying, "Ha, ha! I'm moving out of time out!"
The sad thing is, I couldn't get angry when I read the report, because I was too busy feeling relieved that he hadn't bit another child and no one got hurt.
I always wanted to be the mother of that kid that everyone loves and can't get enough of. The kid that teacher tell you is a joy to work with, and kids clamor to be the one who gets to play with him. Instead, I am the mother who buys books with titles like Raising Your Spirited Child to try to figure out how to handle a little boy who is a little more intense than other kids. He's more headstrong, more curious, more impatient, more sensitive, more everything. I'm pretty sure his new teacher is convinced he is more pain that she wants to deal with.
( He's not Bad, He's just Spirited )
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Before I could take my son home from his daycare yesterday, I had to sign an "Incident Report." It seems he has a new afternoon teacher, and he has decided her limits need to be tested. She only had 4 lines to write down everything he had done, so she wrote very small to get it all one there. It seems that he threw his shoes at her (they were confiscated and he had to spend the rest of the day in his sock feet), tried to bite her (she was too fast and got away from him), tried to throw a large toy metal truck at her, and not only did he refuse to stay in time out when she tried to punish him, he taunted her by saying, "Ha, ha! I'm moving out of time out!"
The sad thing is, I couldn't get angry when I read the report, because I was too busy feeling relieved that he hadn't bit another child and no one got hurt.
I always wanted to be the mother of that kid that everyone loves and can't get enough of. The kid that teacher tell you is a joy to work with, and kids clamor to be the one who gets to play with him. Instead, I am the mother who buys books with titles like Raising Your Spirited Child to try to figure out how to handle a little boy who is a little more intense than other kids. He's more headstrong, more curious, more impatient, more sensitive, more everything. I'm pretty sure his new teacher is convinced he is more pain that she wants to deal with.
( He's not Bad, He's just Spirited )
