That is, lessons I’ve learned in my son’s preschool. I’ve posted about Boy Q’s preschool experience so far. It is abundantly clear that preschool is good for him but lately I realized that I’ve been learning some things too.
These are some of the gems he’s come home with:
- No Potty Talk
I found out about this rule through a conversation on the drive home one day from preschool.
Me: “How was preschool?”
Boy Q: “Good, I didn’t use potty talk today.”
Me: “Oh? Do you get in trouble for using potty talk at school?!”
Boy Q: “Not today.”
Me: “No, I know, but is the reason you are so proud about not using it today because you’ve used potty talk before?”
Boy Q: “Mom! I didn’t use potty talk! The teacher told us not to!”
But now that I know about this rule, I realize it has inherent power! His preschool teacher has instilled in him this (wholly unnatural) desire to not use ‘potty talk’. So if he makes another joke about poop, I simply say, “Boy Q, no potty talk.” And. He. Listens.
- Make Eye Contact
This lesson is particularly heart breaking because I felt very convicted as a parent. My kids were wallowing in the bathwater one night–Boy Q was floating on the top. I was sitting in the bathroom looking at my phone.
Boy Q: “Mom?”
Me: “Yeah?” I didn’t even look up.
Boy Q: “Did you know that you should look at people in their eyes when they are talking to you?” Here I looked up, because at least I sensed something important was happening. “Mrs. K says that’s what you should do.”
Me: “Boy Q…do you want me to look at you when you talk to me?”
Boy Q, giggling uncomfortably: “Well….yeah.”
Seriously, my own son had to take me to task. I still struggle with this one but I’m making an effort.
One day my son brought home a worksheet about fractions. Fractions. I didn’t learn about fractions until fifth grade. I remember this very clearly because a) I had just moved to a new school, b) they were in the middle of fractions, and c) I HATED THEM.
Now, Boy Q, loves math and couldn’t stop telling us about fractions: “See, this one is the whole, and then there’s two, and then you split it into three, and then four.” Never mind that he didn’t know the term “one-fourth”, he understood the concepts, dammit.
I have this foreboding feeling that my math skills are going to be surpassed by the time he’s in Elementary School.
I’m going to keep asking Boy Q how his days at preschool have been going. Hopefully he has more to teach me. 🙂