We had a scheduled parent-teacher conference with Teoman's teachers today. We had received his "report card" on Monday where he was evaluated in about 20 different areas as to his progress and development in age appropriate categories: matching, cutting, making lines - but all evaluated in fancy jargon. He was doing well in all areas except pen control, and his teacher's made kind comments about him.
His class has fifteen students, and from my impression, a few rascals. He has two teachers, an older no nonsense, energetic South African grandma with five children, and some grandchildren, and a young Turkish woman. Teoman loves both his teachers and they love him - saying he always listens, he's considerate, gentle, listens intently to story time, the girls love to play with him in the garden, and he is doing great in general. They only recommend that he work on speaking up - sometimes his teachers and classmates can't hear him because he is quiet and he may get frustrated in the future if he doesn't figure out how to make himself heard.
Tolga is in the field, but he knew the time of the conference and made sure that he was in an area that had cell reception so that he could participate in the conference. We felt so proud to attend a conference about our son, to hear what they had to say. I felt the teacher side of me that said, "Who cares what he can and cannot do? Everyone is different." And I felt the learned parent side (the lines I hear from all parents) of panic and concern, "What should I do to help him?"
I did't take the conference (or my feelings) to seriously - but it sure was a fun experience.
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