The Report Card. Remember Those?
The Report Card. Remember Those?
We all remember report cards don’t we? We either raced home to show them off with glowing pride, or shamefully hid them in the bottom of our book bags, cowering in fear as the bus made it’s way to our front door. I remember being in both situations and only one of them was fun. One thing I remember well was the signing of the report card. (Scary music plays) 😆
Admittedly, I can look back and have a good laugh now at the time I tried forging my mom’s name on it, as if she would believe that the card got lost somehow. What was I thinking? To answer that, I don’t recall what I was thinking, but I do remember the consequences of it. I may still bare the hand print on my backside but I’d need a mirror to check.
That was about the most awful thing I did in my youth. Well, one of two things. My brother, he had good ‘ol mom’s signature down to a tee and used it all the time, so maybe it was his idea that I do it. I can’t recall, but I wouldn’t be surprised. For some reason my mom still can not laugh over this. Come on now. 🙂
Anyhow, my 5 year old comes home with a report card on Friday. A half year one. Before she ever started school I thought she would have me down at the Principal’s office by now, but after helping out with several in school parties, I have been shocked at how well she actually behaves behind classroom doors. Why can’t that follow through to our own front door? That is what I wonder, but it was shocking to me. It’s like she is two completely different human beings.
This child was seemingly born with an outdoor voice. She could never talk at a normal level, or God forbid ever whisper when needed. As you can imagine the babies at times have a hard time sleeping because of this. She has too much energy to sit through a meal, be it at dinner time or even a quickie lunch. She is up and all over the place, bursting with energy.
At school, at her first party, I was shocked to hear that she DOES have the ability to talk at a normal tone. WHO KNEW? She also DOES have the ability to sit down for more then 3 seconds at a time, and even raise her hand and wait before she blurts things out. How shocking?
I was joking with my husband, ‘who on earth could give a 5 year old anything less then a positive report card?’ Could you imagine them sending a child home with F’s at this point? Well in real life there are no A’s, B’s C’s, D’s and F’s at this age. Satisfactory(s) are more like it, and ‘needs imporvement’. Everything was positive and glowing except one area it said needs work. This one shocks me.
‘Needs to participate more in class discussions.’ Do they have the right Mikayla, I wondered? She accounts for 99% of at home discussions. She heard me say something to the hub, and already at 5 years old felt the need to cover her hide. ‘Mom, it’s not me’, she says. ‘ I raise my hand, but the teacher never calls on me.’ I had to laugh, because true or not, I find it utterly hilarious how she was trying to smooth things over at such an early age.
We praised her for the wonderful report card, and said she could pick out a new Zu Zu pet for all of her hard work. Report cards at this age are so cute. Got to save this one for the memory box. My son is not quite as eager to bring home his, though he knows not to fear us per se. I learned from my parents mistakes. The fear factor is not the way to go.
Scolding too harshly, and punishing children for a bad grade doesn’t help them. At least that is my theory. Saying negative things can even instill in them that they are sub-par which can translate into ‘stupid’ in their young minds. There is a fine line there, and we always try not to cross it.
Helping them, or getting them help in the area they need it in, to me, is much more appropriate. Though here we don’t reward a bad report card, we never have nor would, make our kids feel like anything less then bright, shining stars. Nobody is perfect in everything, all of the time. Sometimes we have to go back in time to remember that.
(The forging though? That was a big no-no 😳 )
That made me chuckle!