It is the time of year when you begin to hear complaints from the kids about their teachers. Cries of “My teacher hates me!” and “My teacher is mean!” are played out over the dinner tables in many of our homes. So what do you do? How do you know when to step in and when to let your child work it out for themselves?
If you do all these things the first week will go off without a hitch. The weeks after that, well, you are on your own. But at the very least you will be able to look back and say, “Hey, remember that first week? Man, I had it under control!”
Every year, when we celebrate the life of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., I find myself re-learning things I already knew and finding new information which lead me to thinking about what it is we really need to know about Dr. King when we’re teaching our children and, in my case, students.
But what happens as the years pass? I never really hear people talk about this. What about redshirting from the other side of the equation, when these boys are getting ready to graduate and move on to college. Six, eight, ten years later are the parents still happy with their decision.
What if the tables were turned and you as a parent were going to get graded on your child’s report card for things like your child doing their homework, coming to class prepared, getting enough sleep, your perceived involvement in their education? How do you think you would do?
Henry is in one room. I’m in the other. Two outfits lie before each of us. We’ve been waiting for this moment for seconds, if not minutes. And now the moment of truth has arrived. “Ready,” I call out. “Set,” Henry yells. Go. The race…