Yesterday was the second time at the parent meeting in kindergarten. As it turned out, kids are given homework every day, only parents are not dreaming about it or spirit.
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Every time I take my son from kindergarten, I ask him what he ate, what he did, what he taught. The answer to my eternal questions is always the same – I was asleep, but I also played, ate, and went to the street. Diversity is only visible in the menu. Yesterday he ate soldiers’ porridge (I later clarified with the teacher, it turned out – this is barley with meat sauce), and the day before yesterday soup / borscht.
And then yesterday, we educators arrange spacing. As it turned out, children teach poetry, and at home, parents are obliged to control them and reinforce what they learn.
I, to put it mildly, was in shock. Okay, I specifically begin to interrogate my child, what did he teach today. The answer is unchanged – nothing.
Came home and started. Made her mingle a proverb. Everything is fine – now he knows this word – not a sparrow awake. We were asked to learn the numbers from one to five to the house for the weekend, to know how to spell and pronounce letter A, and then hold a master class with the child on cutting out any geometric shapes from paper.
The parent (I mean, I) should draw a square, a circle and a triangle on paper. And the child should be able to cut it all with scissors.
I thought that we would leave the paper together with the figures for later, and now we will do an easier job – numbers. Oh, how I was wrong. Began a real tantrum. The child stumbled, began to whine, burst into tears, and then gave out a genius mother in general, I want to sleep (this is despite the fact that you will often not be able to lay it at nine in the evening).
In general, the son in every possible way tried to escape from the unpleasant process of digestion of numbers. Of course, he did not succeed. I, barely restraining myself, achieved only a weak 1,2,4,5. And even though you beat your head against the wall, but the number 3 we did not go. I already drew them in order, and laid them out in the form of a game, and tried with it to count all there chickens, pigs with sheep and other living creatures.
And on the fingers showed. The only result – with the usual 1,2,8, we still reached 1,2,3. On this my nerves passed. Break, smoke break, valerian.
But I did achieve my own. Yesterday, before bedtime, he told me almost without stammering. This morning repeated several times. While I sigh with relief and shudder when I think how we will learn.
Today we still have scissor cutting. Let’s see what happens. And further, as I understand it, the load will only grow.
I now do not understand what is wrong. My child is not lazy, and his memory is very active. For example, he manages to memorize the road, even if he traveled there with me by public transport only once. And then the unfortunate numbers, and such a circus.
With what it can be connected? I learned the proverb perfectly, without scandals and tantrums. But then you have to learn more and poems. I get goosebumps in advance – my nerves are not iron.
Maybe there are some rapid learning techniques? Just do not offer games. Did not help. To me, all these bright colorful cows with pigs and horses for a company with colored cardboard figures are already dreaming in nightmares.