Yesterday my soon-to-be
teenager kindergardener, brought home her first note from the teacher. I don’t mean a snack calendar or bake sale sign up…I mean a real note. An “incident” had occurred. We all sat around the living room, very quiet and serious, as my husband read it aloud.
During nap time, the children each rest on their own cot. The cots are covered with little cotton sheets, held down at the corners by lengths of 1/4″ elastic. My little stinker couldn’t resist tug-tug-tuuugging on the elastic, despite being asked several times by Teacher to leave it alone. Sure enough, it ripped.
And rather than scold or punish, wonderful Mrs. K. turned this into one of those childhood mistakes that offer the child an opportunity to step up, to acknowledge their fault and rectify it on their own. Nora offered to mend the tear with tape. Nope, says Teacher, tape won’t work. It needs to be sewn. I can only image the excitement on my daughter’s face as she suddenly remembered that Santa brought her a sewing machine for Christmas, and that this was indeed a mistake she could fix….she would mend it herself.
That evening, as I cooked dinner, she got out her little mini Singer for the first time. She took out her little pin cushion and her little flower pins (gladly donated from Mama Hen’s pin cushion), and low and behold, she pinned and stitched on that elastic all by herself, folded it, and proudly tucked it in her backpack.
I’m excited for her next day of school. Can’t wait to watch her walk in, hang up her coat, and hand that mended sheet back to her teacher with more pride and sincerity than any lecturing or scolding could have possibly achieved. All thanks to a fabulous teacher…and a needle & some thread. :)