After Randy picked Super Z up at school today, he called me with bad news. For what I think is the forth time in as many weeks, Super Z was on yellow. On yellow, for those of you not in the know, means that he was in trouble. In the green is good. In the yellow means that he was bad. In the red means that we have to trade him in, as he is nothing but trouble. We are really dreading the day that he gets on red, I mean can you imagine telling a child that you have loved and nurtured for almost five years that it is time to pack up and move on? No? Well, I don't imagine it would be easy.
So, after hearing this, I decided to give Mrs. Lee a call, to get the proverbial scoop, to find out what is pushing my child out of green and into the yellow. It is hard to explain to him how to stay in the green ( and remain a part of this family) if I don't know what he is doing. So I made the call.
I have to tell you that I was surprised at how it made me feel. How every bad thing that he does crushed me as it came out of her mouth. I mean, it isn't that I was surprised. I know Z is a handful. I know he is loud. I know everything about him from the freckle on his booty to the way he laughs especially loud if he is trying to entertain someone else. It was not shock. It was just ...painful? Is painful the word? I want Z to do well. I want Mrs. Lee to tell me that he is smart ( and she did) and sweet ( and she did that too.) I don't want to hear that he is hitting the girls and spitting in people's faces ( Yes, sadly she said that too.) It isn't easy to know that your child is misbehaving. It isn't easy to not take is as a failure on your part. I mean, how did I not teach him that it is not okay to collapse on the ground and pretend that he has been shot as the line is walking to the playground? What was I thinking?
Sadly, hearing these things is something that I have to do. I have to listen and take it all in. I have to tell the teacher that I will do everything in my power to explain to Super Z what he is doing wrong. I am on her team. I want her to succeed with him. I want him to learn and grow with her.
I talked to Super Z about all of this for a good hour tonight. I think he understands. I am hoping that the green will become his new home. The prairie where he roams free of yellow and despair.
Mrs. Lee and I are determined to stay in contact so that we can work out any issues that he is having. I think that a good parent/teacher relationship is important. After all, I am the Mom. It is up to me to push him and support him. It ultimately falls to me to teach him how to be a good man and to help him learn to use that incredible imagination. As long as she keeps me informed about what is going on with him ( no matter how hard it is to hear...spitting in people's faces?!?) we can work through the issues.
And let's face it. We have to work out the issues ( the stomping on the little girls' feet, the not paying attention, the talking during circle time, the yanking of toys, the roughhousing in the classroom ), or yellow will eventually lead to red. And I really like Super Z. I mean he is SO cool. I don't want to trade him in, I really don't.