I don’t like labels or any sort of stereotyping. But we tend to do it, don’t we, whether it is intentional or not. In class, there’s always the naughty one, the smart one, the funny one, the graceful one, or the quiet one. Apparently my daughter is the creative one.
Reading is exemplary, but just not interested in numbers.
A few weeks ago, we had our parent-teacher meeting in T’s school. Her teacher is very pleased with little T, her reading is excellent, however, like her mum and dad, she’s not as good in maths compared to her reading, although to be fair, her teacher reiterated that she isn’t struggling. It’s more like there is no interest in numbers at all. She says that during maths, she actually asks little T, to sit in front because she knows perfectly well that my daughter’s mind is off to lala land when discussing numbers. Sounds familiar? I was like that as a child too, and apparently, so was my husband.
The One with the Creative Mind.
Her teacher also praised her for being creative. The whole class had to write a story based on “The Hungry Caterpillar”, but theirs was called ” A Hungry Panda”. All the kids wrote it the way Eric Carle, the author penned his famous children’s story. As for little T? She decided that she wanted to re-write the whole storyline and wrote an original “The Hungry Panda” by Little T which had nothing to do with the original story. Her teacher promised to give us a copy. I might even ask her aunt to illustrate her book 😉
And so of course, my husband and I left the room with big smiles on our faces. We also giggled at the thought of our little girl not good with numbers. But reminded the other to try to practice maths more with her.
And then we received her Cello Progress report.
Her scores were good, but guess which category did little T get the highest score in? Creativity of course! We laughed again when we read the report. Does this mean though that T plays her assigned music a different way from the way it’s supposed to be? I ought to ask her cello teacher 😉
Mind you, not that I believe in being labelled anyway as I’ve mentioned earlier, especially when the term used is hurtful and demeaning.
My husband’s primary school teacher called him “the absentminded professor”.
Like T, I was also the “creative one”.
What about you?
What were you like as a child?