Models Monday: Being Like My Mother

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This is the church that hides the school that I attended and hated from kindergarten through eighth grade. Although my mother would later claim that she had no idea how much I despised the school, what she doesn’t acknowledge is how little it would’ve mattered. My family worshipped there, the congregation often came to my house for mass in the backyard, and I did well in school and in sports so I knew she would not know, care, or understand my displeasure; boy, those were different times.

My mother’s philosophy of sending me off to school was very different than what my son experiences. My mother dropped me off in the parking lot and assumed I made it inside; my mother never asked me how my day went; she never ever asked me about what I learned; and she never attended any meeting unless it was to collect my report card. My mother paid tuition, bought uniforms, provided lunch, and took me to school so as far as she was concerned, the rest was left to me. Though unstated, it was very clear that I could never ever make her late for work; that I would never do anything in school that would require she leave her job to deal with or talk to any teacher or administrator about me; that if I forgot a book, paper, or project that was just too bad and I would have to suffer the consequences. Despite doing everything within her power to avoid doing anything at the school besides pay tuition and conference with my teachers twice a year for report cards, she would be heartless mad when I brought home something for her to read or sign. Typically, she would snatch the paper from me and then complain that the notice she received was second-hand, mimeographed paper, “can’t they at least give this to me on a clean sheet of paper?” she would fume.

It wasn’t uncommon for most kids I knew to have parents who treated them and their experience in school the same way. Even still, I thought I would have a different attitude about being engaged in my son’s education. When it comes to showing him how to learn, helping him with homework, and actually talking to him, I’m very different from my mother. At the same time, I now fully support her venom towards anything having to do with that school other than paying his tuition, ensuring that he has adequate supplies, and that he is more than prepared for the work. I hate all this 24 hour surveillance you have to deal with in schools these days. My son’s teacher and his principal send so many emails that I wish I could electronically snatch them and turn up my face like my mother did. The emails are rarely substantive. For example, last week, we received four emails from our son’s teacher telling us what was coming-up, how she was going to be doing X, what was no longer going to occur, and that she wanted us to purchase more Kleenex. What’s worse is that everything she puts in these emails is already posted on the electronic software they use to post assignments, grades, and homework. Why send me an email telling me you’re going to be sending textbooks home? When he brings the books home, won’t I know? When I check the software program, it will indicate the assignments you have made so why does this information have to invade every device I own? When I’m not checking that homework software, then I have to check the math practice website, if not that then I’m checking text messages from his principal; it’s annoying.

I don’t know if this is true at most schools, but I feel as though I’m being encouraged to surveil my kid all day. You can actually download apps to your phone for this silly software. For what? Who has time for that? My kid is FIVE, what could he possibly be doing that all the adults around him can’t manage? I also don’t like that my son has come to expect for someone else to tell him how his day went.  I think children should be encouraged to determine for themselves how things went. Although his teacher may have thought Miles had a good day, maybe he didn’t like the encounter he had with another teacher or student? When does he get to learn how to determine his own measure of what’s good? And toss in those stupid notes about “book day” being on Friday, I don’t know if I trust her measure of what counts as a “great day” anyway.

I don’t know if my own mother felt this way, but I also think that schools–at least those housing mostly black children–presume that you need parenting lessons. Thus, ANYTHING the school requires that may be new to this phase of the curriculum, for example, you have to come to a meeting to get the information. Now this isn’t stated, but clearly it’s taking place. After the two hour meeting that I had to sit through during that first meeting, I swore I would never go to another one. My husband felt differently; fine, you go. He comes home one day and said that “we” had missed a meeting, to which I replied, “no, you missed a meeting. I never planned on attending.” Later we learn that at the meeting, parents were “trained” to use this silly surveillance software. Instead of sending the instructions home with the child whose parents did not show, you were supposed to come in and schedule a tutorial session before they would give you the information on how the program works. I understand that some people are not as computer savvy as others, but I don’t fall into that category. I don’t need a lesson on how to type in a web address and create a username and password. So of course, I called and said that I never signed any contract stating that I had to do what my son’s principal tells me to do in order for him to receive full access to the curriculum. The person on the phone at first tried to justify that nonsense but I understood that I was supposed to be chastised for not coming to that meeting and having to admit that was intended to  shame me. I told that man that they would be giving me that information on my terms as I do not work for his boss; moreover, a formal meeting requires a formal agenda. Needless to say, I got the paper the next day. Just today, parents received a text message from the principal telling us when we could come to collect class pictures: Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday from 3:00-5:00. Why can’t they just put the damn pictures in the child’s folder? Why do I have to come in, on their time, and collect something that isn’t so precious my son can’t handle it himself?

I fully appreciate my mother’s approach to dealing with teachers and administrators: I didn’t sign-up for Parenting University and I have a life. Whatever Miles’s teacher is being paid it’s certainly not enough. That woman is always at work, logging in to her email account and then telling all recipients that we can “contact her anytime” if we have issues, concerns, or questions. My son is in the first grade! Why would I need to contact this woman with “questions, issues, or concerns?” It’s FIRST GRADE! If I have any concerns regarding my son being mistreated in any way, I’m certainly not going to send an email. This morning, my husband said that we’ll probably be receiving a text message soon telling us that it’s Monday and we should bring our children to school…it really is that ludicrous.

4 thoughts on “Models Monday: Being Like My Mother

  1. I’m so glad you shared this. I’m a teacher and I can tell you that being on the other end is also extremely annoying. For example, where I work the teachers are expected to put grades in through a website that students and parents have their own logins to check. Ok, that’s fine. Now, by next quarter we are required to make 20 calls per month to parents about how their child is doing in our class. Why would we need to do that when parents’ already have access to their children’s grades? Even if they don’t have internet can’t parents just see their child’s graded work? Reading what you have written confirms that whoever is implementing these ideas is certainly trying to get us teachers cursed out! Parents are going to be so annoyed.

    1. My husband is a teacher so I know all about those phone calls you have to make…and I find it just ridiculous.I don’t think it’s the teacher’s responsibility to use every conceivable manner or technology to inform you of what’s going on with your kid! Like you said, look at the work coming home; check on-line if that’s an option; ask the kid questions: What’s 1 +1? What season is it? Spell “cat.” Read this?

      I think whoever is implementing these policies is weakening the power and authority of teachers. All these calls, emails, texts, and notes puts responsibility on teachers to follow through on each of these practices. If you miss a step, teachers get chastised by parents and administrators. I understand that my son’s teacher is being told to contact us non-stop so I don’t blame her, but I’m pissed with the principal. At that Catholic school that I hated so much, you–the student–had to do what they said or you had to go somewhere else. You were signing up to be in compliance with their rules. My son goes to a Christian school, but it’s run just like a public school with all these stupid standards and foolish contact rules. Weakening the authority of the teacher and providing parents with all these channels for making complaints, I think, gives kids a poor leadership model.

  2. Ironic how technology has become a blessing and a curse. Used entirely way to much at times in my opinion. I’m not a parent but I can only imagine how they can bombard you with a bunch of unnecessary things. To me some of the old school ways were not so bad at all:-)
    Thanks for sharing!!

    1. I know that’s right! Our elders didn’t get everything wrong; in fact, they got a lot right. I can only imagine how irritated my mother would be with all the correspondence she’d receive these days…she’d probably ask to be taken off the email/text message list. She’d also tell them not to call her unless it was a real emergency.

      Thanks for writing! EMM

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