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Nights of Tiny Chairs
That is how my husband describes "Parents' Nights" at Felix's school.
Now, these nights are not parent/teacher evaluation sessions where one hears specific details about one's child's progress. Actually, these are mysterious evenings since they offer something of a peek into what Felix does that he can't bring himself to describe except in quick enigmatic comments or snippets of song. (Actually, this year I've been able to unearth huge chunks of the class curriculum based on the songs he sings that shift with the seasons and holidays.)
Of course, what one really wants to do is fling oneself at the teachers and beg for information. Is he happy? Is he charming? Does he show promise? Does he have friends? Is he eating the lunches I throw together at 6:30 in the morning? (How do my lunches compare to the other lunches they see? Are my lunches dull? Am I falling down on the lunch prep section of the Maternal Test?) But this is not to be done. These are evenings full of general information, curriculum details. Occasionally little apples of discord are unintentionally pitched at the parents. A simple recitation of future field trips nearly started a tug-of-war when I almost tried to convince my husband that he would much rather go on the pumpkin patch journey than the firehouse visit where kids get to slide down the pole. (This even after my husband announced: "I want that one.")
Intriguing, as well was the slide show of the children in their activities. Felix has clearly been misinforming me when he tells me that he only plays with the girls at school, but I'll let him think he has me snowed.
Otherwise, it is clear from the piece of artwork each set of parents got to bring home, a "self portrait" folder, which children were encouraged to decorate with their favorite colors, that he is happily fixated, at school as well as at home, on the color pink. The only think missing from this self portrait is that the shirt doesn't have a gigantic logo for the number 2 subway train on it.
Anyway, I'll get the real scuttlebutt in a few weeks, when the parent/teacher conference will deliver the dirt.
posted by Elise at 10:28 AM
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