After
a series of incentives (bribes) and consequences were put in place at
home, however, he seems to be doing better at school and I've been able
to breathe a sigh of relief. That was, of course, until Graham's
conference yesterday... the day I'd been dreading for weeks.
Just kidding.
"Graham
is gentle and kind-hearted. He is well liked by the other children.
Graham is a sweet boy and we enjoy having him in our class!"
The
brief assessment included gross and fine motor skills, interaction with
other kids and more, and time after time he scored consistently. But
there was (only) one category in which he was proving to be
inconsistent.
Gives personal data: first name, last name
"Graham, what is your full name?"
"Why?"
"Because I want to make sure you know it. Can you tell me?"
"I know it."
"Okay, let's hear it."
"I'll tell you later."
"No, I'd like you to tell me now, please."
"Fine. It's Graham."
"...and the rest?"
"I don't want to say my second name, Mom. It's weird."
"No it's not, I love your first and your middle names! Why do you think it's weird?"
"Because a boy in my school said 'Elliott' sounds like elephant! I'm not an elephant."
"Oh,
honey, no one thinks you are an elephant. You're much too handsome and
too little to be an elephant. A monkey, maybe, but no elephant."
"Okay."
"So next time your teacher wants to know your name, will you follow directions?"
Close
enough. And I guess that if I end conference season with one child who
talks up a storm but has the potential to make things happen, and
another who is a pachyderm full of hugs and snuggles, I've done my job.
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Leave your own "ism". Cael and Graham double-dog dare you.