Oh Caed and Chinese pre-school. So much to say. A friend pointed out that maybe since I worked in pre-school for so long in the states it is especially hard for me to watch (and put my child through!) what pre-school here is like. Bottom line right now is that he is not doing well there. He gets in trouble constantly for hitting and scratching, for not participating, not dancing, not wanting to wash his face. Obviously the biggest issue is that he cannot communicate that well. One day he told me (after teacher told me he had hit a boy) "I was just playing lightning Mcqueen and Tokyo Matter with him" - which of course I am sure the boy had no idea :) Caed is very imaginative, he love to tell stories and get people to act out things together. I think it is really hard for him to be there with all those kids and have his language ability go from story telling and explaining anything he wants to being able to say only basic things :( I'll hold back [a bit] on all my other complaints for now....
Onto some cute stories...
A few weeks ago Caed came home and told me of a child in his class,
"Mayo is a boy girl that is a boy and a girl mixed up. He is bad because his mommy and his daddy hasn't disciplined him yet." First of all Mayo is not a name - it means "don't have" so not sure where that mix up came in. After thinking it over I assumed that he was talking about a girl with short hair like a boy (since surely it wasn't a boy with long hair which is not very Chinese - Caed's teacher even told him that he needs to cut his hair because only girls have long hair like him). The disciple thing comes from us always telling him that discipline is to help him, and instruct him and teach him so that it will go well with him. If we don't discipline him he will grow to be a boy who doesn't know how to interact with his friends {side note there are lots of times that he is the aggressor, with all that discipline talk I am not sure how much of the teaching wears off at times.}
*I was right by the way "Mayo" is the GIRL in the orange sweater on the right of the above picture.
Standing outside for 15 minutes to practice the flag raising ceremony - don't get me started on this
his class
listening to a teacher story
Oh and the very best -
This was last month. I went to my kitchen window to watch Caed do his 'dances' but his whole class was there and not him. I texted this to Sean, then went out to go buy groceries. On my way to the store I stopped by the gate and there was a teacher there and I asked why KaiKai was not with his class her reply,
"Oh he fell and bumped his head and was bleeding so he is at the hospital"
me - Is he okay? How bad is it why didn't you call me??????
"He will be fine, we tried to call but no one answered"
(okay this is partially my fault they had my old cell phone number not my new one, the house phone we later figured out was out because a line was crossed or something {on a side note it took weeks of calling the phone company to get that stupid thing fixed, more than once the guys told me "it's raining today, call me back when its sunny" - and when he did came it took 5 minutes to fix...})
Back to the story. Caed's teacher who speaks no English took him to the hospital which is a five-10 min walk down the road. I was a bit frantic thinking of him all hurt and bleeding an in a hospital not understanding what anyone was saying. So I walked quickly (okay ran) to the hospital but couldn't find him, ran back to the school, not there yet either, back halfway down the street, still no sign, and finally back to the school and he was there. All hopped up on candy. Not crying. Just with a cut on the back of his head and some red stuff the doc had put on to top the bleeding - which made his blonde hair look like, well bloody. They were all really appologetic. Asked if I wanted to take him back to class. I opted to take him home early for the day. Thankfully the teachers there are really caring and took great care of him. They said they just wanted to make sure he didn't need stitches.
I hope never again to hear the sentence "he is at the hospital" when I inquire about my son's whereabouts.