Thursday, April 21, 2016

3rd Grade Drama

February 2016. I never thought I'ld deal with this in 3rd grade. I want to write all this down so I don't forget it. I'm going write it as if I'm talking to my college roommate, Courtney, in Houston. I miss her and never get to see her and rarely get to even talk on the phone. So here is what happened. Over Christmas break a mom from K's class asked if K could go to the movies with her and her son. I don't really know them and thought about it and talked to Max and we decided that K might view that as a date so I told the mom, "thank you for asking, but that would appear too much like a date and we aren't allowing Kellyn to 'date' at this time, but they could meet up at park or somewhere with a group of friends." Of course the mom said she didn't intend it to be a date and I knew that, but hen I picked K up from school that day she said, "Did R's mom ask if I could go on a date with him over the break?" Ha! I knew she would think it was a date! And he obviously thought so too. I did invited them to join us for snow cones at Bahama Bucks after school on Friday which they did. Her brothers sat with K while the little boy sat across from them and his sister and the baby and his mom and I sat at the table next to them.  It was not a date. However, after Christmas break they told everyone they went on a date and K has been asking when she can go on another date with him.

Ok so that was drama #1. Now for drama #2. A friend in K's class showed her the American Girl book, Is This Normal, which I personally think is a great book and have ready to give her when the time is right. However, her friend beat me too it. And after reading it and discussing it with her friends and secretly searching about puberty on the internet she has convinced herself that she is about to start her period any day now. She is 9! She says that because her feet stink and she needs deodorant those are all signs that she is about to start. Not to mention that her friends are telling her she is about to start! Thanks "friends!" It doesn't help that 2 of her friends carry pads in their back pack for in case they start their period in 3rd grade and told another friend that she was too immature to listen to their conversation about puberty one day on the playground. When we tell her she is not about to start she gets mad and says we treat her like a baby. Then she says that her getting mad is from hormones. I'm so glad she is so comfortable talking about this subject with me, but I didn't think it was time yet. We did try to follow Mary Flo's advice when she was a toddler to use real words for body parts and to not be embarrassed or ashamed of any body changes. Well, Mary Flo, it worked and now she is almost too comfortable talking about it all. I won't even use some of the words my 9 year old is using. All appropriate, but certainly not for mixed company.

Then back to drama #1, we found a note in her lunch box she wrote to R that started with, "I love you and I'm glad you feel the same way." Oh hell to the no! We are not playing that. You only love Jesus and your family in 3rd grade, thank you. I was not boy crazy when I was in 3rd grade. I was not in to boys until 7th grade. Until then I was a tomboy who just wanted to ride my horse.

So I decided to walk K to her room one morning with both babies in tow and have a quick talk with her teacher about the puberty period talk and calling friends immature. She told me K wasn't the one leaving anyone out on the playground, but was in fact kind to the little girl that was left out and tried to include her. Then I followed up with an email:


My Reply:

So their teacher took K and R aside to tell them to stop passing notes because it was causing hurt feelings and distractions in class. K was so made it me when I picked her up that day (I feel like it's a sign of good parenting when your child is mad at you. I'm not her friend. I'm her parent. They have plenty of friends, but need parents to watch them and guide them), but she quickly got over it and we had a wonderful weekend. It was like she needed to push the limit to see if we cared enough to interfere. And we did. :) However, the mom of the boy was not happy. She was mad at the teacher for making her son stop passing notes. She felt like the teacher was trying tell her son who he can and can't have a crush on. I also heard that she is up there a lot arguing for his grades to be changed. 
"Good morning, as you know I got a call from the nurse yesterday. She confirms my feelings that K struggles with anxiety and has chosen the topic of puberty to hyper focus on and stress about. In talking to K about about why she wants puberty to happen so badly she said through tears, "Because you treat me like a baby and all of my friends are allowed to watch the Hunger Games except me." :) We have attempted to refocus her onto another subject, getting a dog this summer. Sadly ours died this November and we would like to get another once school is out. We have enlisted her to do all the research for the best breed of dog for family. Plus she has 3 months to demonstrate maturity and responsibility to us before we entrust her to care for a living animal. She was off to a great start by making her bed and picking up room this morning without being asked! I also gave her a little roller ball of oils in her back pack to use when she feels anxious and stressed. I told her she would only be allowed to use it if it doesn't distract her in class. She agreed to discretely take it with her on restroom breaks. She just needs to roll it on her wrists and thats it. I told her she will get in trouble if she is using it all the time and/or becomes a distraction in class. 
I began suffering from anxiety myself in the 3rd grade. I didn't realize it was genetic thing. I used to wake up in cold sweats worried about things. Dr. Kevin Leman calls it the curse of perfectionism on the first born. :) Caring for my horse really helped me over the year. I'm going to call it animal assisted therapy for anxiety. :)
Thanks for your help and patients in all of this craziness."

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