When I arrived home last night there was a note in Daniel’s school book asking us to please make an appointment to see the teacher. I hate those notes, I really do. They send me into complete worst-case scenario mode. By this morning I was ready to take Daniel out of the school because the teacher had (wrongly) insisted he had some terrible learning disability and wanted to put him on drugs. All fabricated and in my head.
But, I puckered up, sucked it in and went off to the school to see if I could grab the teacher first thing so I don’t spend my day looking for child psychologists and other schools just for incase.
You might recall my angst-ridden (I can hear you gasp in shock there. What? ME? Angst-ridden?) posts late last year about whether to put Daniel in an English or Afrikaans class and how, short of whacking me on the head, Etienne finally managed to put things into context for me and we decided to put Daniel in the Afrikaans class.
We weren’t worried as the majority of our friends and his BFF are English, so he would still have plenty of exposure to English.
At the end of the first term Daniel’s teacher expressed a little concern over the fact that he was mixing so many English words into his sentences and so we have been correcting him at home whenever he does it. But we do know that he almost thinks in English and then directly translates into Afrikaans, which means that the construction of his sentences gets muddled.
Today the teacher expressed more concern over the language issue as well as his gross motor skills. The gross motor skills are being addressed, but the language thing sent me into a bit of a tizz. There is apparently someone at the school that will assess him and give us a recommendation, so we will wait and see.
This also made me think: Daniel is a 1 or 2 friend child, he doesn’t have loads of friends that he demands to play with outside of school, so in that way he hasn’t been exposed to a lot of Afrikaans kids. We love his BFF and we are certainly not going to force him not to play with her, but we also can’t force him to play with Afrikaans kids. Can you imagine: “Sorry boy, we don’t want to play with the English children, rather go play with the Afrikaans boys”
So, what is important is that he is happy with the friends he has and hopefully we’ll sort out the rest with time.