If the mother is the child's first teacher, then my kid's teacher sucks.
Let me explain.
The other week at daycare pick up, the amazing woman who runs the program mentioned that Angel was getting frustrated that he could write or recite all of the letters that his friends at school could. (Since Angel was in preschool 3 days a week last year, he did not follow the same curriculum at daycare as the other kids). She asked if he was retaining his lessons from preschool. The words coming out of my mouth were "I think so." In my head, the real answer was that I had no idea.
I don't know what he was taught in preschool. They did not send home notes or homework assignments or progress reports. I assumed that they were following the curriculum that they laid out at orientation, but did not think to ask for more details (moron! loser!). We try to practice letters or workbooks with him (in addition to his speech therapy homework), but most nights barely have time to rush through dinner, bath and books before it's time to go to bed and start the whole routine over in the morning.
So, my husband and I decided to dedicate the rest of the summer to teaching Angel to write his name and learn the alphabet (at least the capital letters). Last week was our family road trip, so we decided to hold off until this week.
Status report from day one? Not so promising. I asked Angel if he wanted to learn how to write his name. He responded with an enthusiastic, "That's a GREAT idea mom!" I wrote out his name, had him repeat the letters to me, then made his name in dotted lines a few times for him to trace. After tracing the letters with him, I asked him to show Daddy. He told me that he didn't want to because, "I messed up. It was the worst day ever."
And then my heart broke.
Angel was frustrated that his letters were not straight on the dotted lines. Then he got frustrated that he could not remember the next letter in his name when we went on to repeat the letters aloud.
I have given birth to a perfectionist-replica of myself. A mini-me.
I am not a good teacher. I don't know the right way to help build his confidence while helping him retain knowledge. With a full time job, household errands and dreams of some sort of personal life (one day, one day...) there just don't seem to be enough hours in the day to get everything done - especially to give my kids all the attention that they need. My parents were home after school at 3pm to help us with our homework when we were younger, and review it when we were older. On a GOOD day, I don't even walk through the door until 6pm.
I don't know how I'm going to do all of this. I feel like I'm failing my kids and they're not even in kindergarten yet...