The things our children say....

When I drive the Daughters to school, I always listen to a morning show on the radio with the media personalities Chrissie and Jane. Most of the times I find the topics they are discussing to be, well, not my cup of tea. But the ladies are my age, both are mothers and every now and then I hear something I can relate to. Right now they have some competition; five couples are competing to see who gets pregnant first in order to win five thousand Australian dollars. Every day the couples get to answer questions on how they would handle certain situations with children. One of the situations was what to do when your child says something embarrassing for you. My darling daughters are going out of their ways to make me proud of them and I am so proud, so very, very proud. But we had a situation several years ago...

                                 Our eldest daughter, only 24 hours old

It was about five years ago when we lived in Mexico. I had a parent-teacher conference with the teacher of my Daughter-who-shall-not-be-named. The teacher told me that she was doing well, happy girl and all of that. The only thing was that she could become a little restless during music class, the music teacher had said that sometimes she gets up from her seat and walks around in the class room, maybe dances a little and so on. Since I knew that my Daughter loved to sing and dance, I thought I’d be really clever and smooth things over with the music teacher by telling him that my daughter loves music. One day when I was picking up my girl I ran in to the music teacher. I told him that her home room teacher had said she walks around in his class room. He didn’t seem to have put much thought into it himself; ”they are still young, they cannot sit down for long time. I have three kids myself so I know how they are” he said.

”She really, really enjoys your music class” I said and fired of my best smile.

”No I don’t” said the Daughter.

”Yes you do” I replied with a somewhat stiff smile.

”No I don’t” insisted Daughter.

The music teacher was standing there and he did not look very impressed. I could feel my cheeks blushing and tried to smooth things over, get the teacher to see that my Daughter is really a music lover.

”But darling, you love to sing and dance, you do it all the time at home”, I said, hoping I sounded convincing.

”At home yes” said the Daughter ”but not in your music class” she said to the teacher. ”Your music classes are BORING.”

The teacher dropped his jaw but he didn’t say anything. I was mortified, mortified I say.

”Ah well, thank you for your time” I said to the teacher and hurried away with the daughter before anything else could be said.

I told a friend of mine of the incident with the teacher and she said that everybody thought his lessons were boring and the music was too dated. I just wished it wasn’t my daughter who had pointed it out to him. The music teacher DID change his lessons after this and the children actually enjoyed his class and his choice of music from then on. As they say, all well that ends well. 

Mexico: Not so much singing and dancing in the streets as you'd think....