We had the Girl Child's parent/teacher conference last night. It was, not unexpectedly, a love fest. They had only wonderful things to say about her: clearly very bright; very sweet; highly mature; listens well; nice to others; plays well with everyone; attentive to instructions; and just a joy and a pleasure to have around. They said that if everyone in the class were like her it would be a much easier job.
They told us nothing we didn't already know, of course, but I could still sit for hours and listen to people say nice things about my daughter.
Oh, and they were all totally charmed by the way the Boy Child came into class with the Girl Child every morning and waited to leave until after he and she gave each other hugs and kisses.
There are days I feel so lucky that I am simply waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Posted by Random Penseur at April 8, 2005 10:27 AMI remember feeling the same way with Lucy's parent/teacher conferences. All her teachers had nothing but high praise for her. They simply adored her.
Then Ray, our boy-child became old enough to go to school. Wow. Suddenly, PT conferences were about as much fun as going to the dentist. "Won't sit still; rather make jokes than follow directions; seems to think school is a big joke".
Well, he always did think school was a big joke; he never got over that. Regardless of how we handled it, Ray's eyes were always twinkling trying to figure out a way to disrupt the class.
We even met with one teacher who had had both children and she did a double take when she saw it was *us* who were Ray's parents. She even asked if he had the same father! Now, THAT might have been a time for me to blurt out, "FU" but I was more lady-like back then, I suppose. ;-)
Hope your BC shares his sister's sweet nature when he hits school. Because dreading the PT conferences is just no fun at all. It's SO much more fun when you can bask in the sunlight of being Model Parents rather than hang your head in shame. *grins*
Posted by: Amber at April 8, 2005 11:13 AMGlad to hear the the GC is raved about, she seems pretty sweet and smart.
My parents stopped going to parent teacher interviews at one point. I think they were tired of hearing "He could be doing so much better, he could be an A student". I was a slackass, underachiever, bad attitude no goodnik.
I hope my kid doesn't go down that route... maybe our mediocre income and meagre lifestyle will influence him in a good way. Hopefully.
Well of course it was a love fest:)
What a lucky, wonderful family. Glad boy-child is better!
Posted by: Elizabeth at April 8, 2005 02:00 PMThe other shoe drops when they become teenagers. ;-)
Posted by: Jim at April 15, 2005 11:39 AM