I have a bone to pick with a lot of kindergartens, A big bone!
Well before I get my big panties in a bunch, I should explain.
In my daughters class, they have this system that each day there is a leader. And from what I assume from Savannah each leader gets to pick a helper (s). She has been leader of course. However, she gets hurt that the girls in her class never pick her as a helper. She has been telling me for the longest time that it bothers her.
Yesterday was her breaking point. My mother picked her up from school and Savannah bursted into tears. She said she had no friends. The girls never pick her to be a helper. I know this is important to her. She lets me know every time she carries their lunch pail bucket inside after lunch. Or who she helped take to the nurse.Helping is what she wants to do. She wants to be apart of the mix.
I am kinda at a loss for words. Of course, I got angry. Someone is hurting my baby. Yet, I know I have to keep those feeling to myself. Kids change friends everyday especially at that age. Yet, other than a hug and tell her it’ll be ok, what else can I say? She doesn’t get the whole kids are kids thing. It’s her life when she is in school. Its affecting her. And whether small or big, her feelings are important. A part of me feels that she needs to learn to deal with types of disappointment. It can’t all be peachy. When we are faced with things that don’t go our way, it gives a chance to rise to the occasion as a winner, a problem solver, and definitely stronger.
I don’t wanna call Savannah weak. She is not. But she is more sensitive than my other children. She is more empathetic, more softer, and her feelings are hurt easily. She is shy.
Out of all my kids, I worry about her the most. Because she still doesn’t have very much confidence yet. She is meek. Very very meek.
I was like that. I remember never playing with anyone in grade school. Hence I played with the boys because they aren’t judgmental and thus I became a huge tomboy. You don’t want your children to hurt. I certainly don’t want her to hurt. I gotta figure out a way to give her a stronger heart.
I asked a few of friends with daughters of their own. They all gave me some sound advice. Though, I don’t know if I should protest to the teacher about the way their system works. Couldn’t this be a good lesson in life? I have no clue.
So what I did was tell her that if I was her age, I would want to be her best friend. She seemed amazed by that. And I also reminded her how she felt each time she wasn’t picked to help the leader. I asked her if there was any other kids that were never picked. She named a girl and a boy. I then told her that they probably feel the same way you do. So when you’re leader, you should pick them to help you.
She smiled and agreed.
I want to raise smart, independent, and strong kids. As much I want to save from each and everything, sometimes I gotta stop myself and see how they weather their storm.
What do you think?
I don’t know what do you think?