I’ve had two recent discussions lately that centered around the idea that parents today push their little kids too hard and expect too much of them, too young. The first was with my mother and law. Now she is no fan of education to be sure. She hated school and, frankly, two of her three children are the picture of what happens when you denigrate education: They are both under-achievers who don’t read and also don’t see the value of an education. Her son was the one child who went against his parents’ wishes and left home for college. He is a successful testament to the power of education. My mother in law was arguing against full day kindergarten. In fact, she doesn’t think kids should be in preschool. “They start too young, they are just babies, why do they need to learn how to write when they are three?” “A full day is too much for a five year old! Poor little thing!” Uh, well, they learn to write when they are three so they can learn to read when they are four or five and um, a full day is okay for a six year old? But I took this whole discussion with a grain of salt; considering the source and so on.
However, today I had a very intelligent, educated, well-read friend (no kids and no desire; one of those wonderful aunt types) say that she feels every parent she meets today is pushing their kid to be a prodigy of sometime, putting them in rigorous tutoring programs in preschool and getting them every educational toy on the market to try to have the brightest kid around. I admit that this perspective surprised me, coming from her. I see all extremes, not a trend towards kids being under too much academic pressure. Heck, I met a mom the other day whose child didn’t learn to write his name until he got to kindergarten and now she’s worried he’s going to end up in remedial classes since it never occurred to her he’d need to know any of this stuff before getting to school.
I grew up in a house with no TV and parents who focused a good deal of attention on my academic ability, even before I was in any kind of school. I could read, write, and do basic addition when I got to kindergarten. I certainly aspire to my daughter doing the same (if not better, don’t we all want that?). At the same time, I’d never considered more extreme measures to do it than those of my parents: notebooks, attention, learning through natural curiosity.
I invested in one of those first-grade writing notebooks with the big spacing and the colored lines as well as larger pencils that are easier for little hands to grasp. Sometimes I write things for her (Dear Santa…) and she traces my words with a highlighter. I also let my daughter choose a workbook from Boarders that has turned out to be something she asks to do almost every day. I follow the advise on the book and limit her to a couple of pages a day so that she ends wanting more and I wait for her to ask to do it; it isn’t an assignment. We’ve just finished the first one–Kumon’s book of Uppercase letters–and she chose the book of numbers 1-30 for her next workbook. Maybe it is more than she really needs to be doing right now. But I can see that she knows I value it, and she values the time and attention it gets her, so I’m as optimistic that it will pave the way for a love of learning as I am that it will help her better learn how to write her letters and numbers. I know from my own experience that there are the values of our parents that we embrace and those we reject… and that both help shape who we become.
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