Friday morning I took Billy into daycare and the teacher says to me. "You
know, your son has a real problem with hitting people in the face."
I
know this. He was in time out in the parking lot for that very reason.
It's his favorite way of letting me he's unhappy about not getting his
way. I don't like it. He goes in time out.
Then she says (and I quote), "None of the other children in my class have EVER seen that. He's clearly learning it at home."
Wait.
What? Did she just accuse me of violence at home. Is she accusing me of
hitting my child? And she just dropped this bomb in front of ALL 12
kids sitting around the table eating breakfast, including my own? And
they were all quiet, so they all heard it. And you're going to tell me that no child in your class has ever, EVER smacked another in the face. Really?
If there hadn't been a
captive audience of children I might have had some choice words. But I
said (which is the truth) we don't hit at home and I don't know where he
learned it.
What I do know is it started about a week after he
started in her class. And that before they moved him up to this room he
loved school. But now it's a fight to go to school. He kicks and screams
and begs me not to take him. They moved him up too early and he's the
youngest kid in the room. He's not ready to be in there, but always
getting in trouble for things like not listening and not sitting still. I
have LOVED all of the other teachers at this school. They are awesome. I
don't like this one though. She sends home snarky notes every week to
me and finds ways to criticize Billy to me in front of him every week
as well. It's downright mean.
And yes, I'll be addressing this issue with the director.
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