I don't like this gig of being a teacher and a mum of the same school. (Yes, I will have to "suck it up princess", as at this stage I have no intention to change as it is just so convenient to have us at the same school)
Firstly, it makes it far too easy for people to tell me about the naughty/bad/inappropriate things my little man does. It is also far too easy for little people to do the same thing. Take for instance the little girl who this afternoon propped herself down on the grass where I was sitting watching Callum at Auskick. She proceeded to tell me what a naughty boy Callum was, how he was always hurting his friends in class. She wanted to know where he was, as if checking that he might hear her. (He did come up and ask me why I was talking to her.)
Then there is the problem of seeing children treat your child in a way that makes your blood boil. Callum was on the football field, having a moment, when two boys (one in yr 4 & one in yr 5) thought it would be funny to jump over him, but give him a kick as they went. Not once, but at least three times. Knowing full well that I was sitting there, in my uniform just as they were in their school uniform. I know the two boys, so they know I am a teacher at the school.
It makes my blood boil because it's an after school activity on the school grounds. I'm in a tricky position - can I really reprimand kids for what I think is inappropriate behaviour towards my kid as a parent or as a teacher. I'd already reprimanded one of them for his use of inappropriate language - perhaps that's why he took it out on my kid?? Also, being a teacher at the school and knowing these children, I also know of their parents. They would have no problem making a complaint about me speaking to their child - as either a parent or a teacher.
I'm sure there will be many more times that I will feel like this. It's just another thing to add to my list of things I need to let go to the keeper!
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Hypochondria at its best
Little man was unwell over the weekend and led to him having 2 days off school this week. On Monday, we had a doctor's appointment to just check that we were doing all we could to get well again.
Luckily we were able to see our family doctor, who has been Callum's doctor since he was 5 months old. Dr Chris came out and called Callum's name. As he walked in to the office, Callum announces "I not feeling well." He takes the chair closest to the table (he usually makes a beeline for the toy box and the train in it). It went something like this.
Dr Chris: So you're not feeling well?
Callum: No I have a bad belly.
Dr: What about your ears? Any sore ears?
C: No, but this one on the other side is sore.
Dr: Ok well I can check that. (Looking over at me, 1st I'd heard of it) What about your throat?
C: Yes my throat is sore too. (Again Dr looking at me, shaking my head, gives a knowing wink)
Dr: Ok, let's take your temperature first.
C: Yes I very hot. (temp normal)
Dr: Let's check your ears. (all clear) And your throat - say ah! Yep stick your tongue out. (all clear, no redness) Ok, can you hop up on the table so I can check your tummy?
C: Ok. (leaps up on table)
Dr: I'm just going to lift your t-shirt and feel your belly. (Callum is in fits of laughter) Are you ticklish?
C: Yes (imagine child trying to lie very still, he looks stiff with his hands by his side but absolutely giggling his head off)
Absolutely hilarious watching Callum giggle and try and stay still, tummy all feels normal.
Dr: You can hop down now. (still giggling madly, practically falls off table)
C: Hey, that table was up too high
As Dr Chris and I sum up what to do, Callum decides to introduce his imaginary penguin friend who "beaks" Dr Chris. More fits of laughter.
I love that we have been able to have the same doctor for so long for Callum. When he was little we had to police grip him for the doctor to do anything. Now he likes to have all the possible medical tests he can - ears, throat and chest.
Very happy with his visit, Callum waved goodbye to Dr Chris, walks out to the waiting room and loudly announces "I all better now." As we move to the counter, one gentleman replies "I want that doctor."
Luckily we were able to see our family doctor, who has been Callum's doctor since he was 5 months old. Dr Chris came out and called Callum's name. As he walked in to the office, Callum announces "I not feeling well." He takes the chair closest to the table (he usually makes a beeline for the toy box and the train in it). It went something like this.
Dr Chris: So you're not feeling well?
Callum: No I have a bad belly.
Dr: What about your ears? Any sore ears?
C: No, but this one on the other side is sore.
Dr: Ok well I can check that. (Looking over at me, 1st I'd heard of it) What about your throat?
C: Yes my throat is sore too. (Again Dr looking at me, shaking my head, gives a knowing wink)
Dr: Ok, let's take your temperature first.
C: Yes I very hot. (temp normal)
Dr: Let's check your ears. (all clear) And your throat - say ah! Yep stick your tongue out. (all clear, no redness) Ok, can you hop up on the table so I can check your tummy?
C: Ok. (leaps up on table)
Dr: I'm just going to lift your t-shirt and feel your belly. (Callum is in fits of laughter) Are you ticklish?
C: Yes (imagine child trying to lie very still, he looks stiff with his hands by his side but absolutely giggling his head off)
Absolutely hilarious watching Callum giggle and try and stay still, tummy all feels normal.
Dr: You can hop down now. (still giggling madly, practically falls off table)
C: Hey, that table was up too high
As Dr Chris and I sum up what to do, Callum decides to introduce his imaginary penguin friend who "beaks" Dr Chris. More fits of laughter.
I love that we have been able to have the same doctor for so long for Callum. When he was little we had to police grip him for the doctor to do anything. Now he likes to have all the possible medical tests he can - ears, throat and chest.
Very happy with his visit, Callum waved goodbye to Dr Chris, walks out to the waiting room and loudly announces "I all better now." As we move to the counter, one gentleman replies "I want that doctor."
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