Proud Writer Mummy Moment…

Last Friday i visited Tobias’ class to observe how the class is run and what happens for him in a morning at school. Unfortunately his regular teacher was ill so i observed an irregular class – but all that may be in another post.

This post is about the moment i was so very proud of my little (not so little) boy!

He had written a story, every child was asked to write a story of their own creation. He was supposed to have read it out loud (the grammatically/spelling/punctuation corrected version) on Thursday but he was ill so didn’t and so he got to read it while i was there. Silly me was so wrapped up in observing the class and listening to him that i forgot to video him. He read it so well, with different voices for the characters and different expressions.

Anyhow, here’s the original non-corrected version of his story.

His handwriting, spelling etc... is not great but i LOVE the story!
His handwriting, spelling etc… is not great but i LOVE the story!

And as it is likely his writing is difficult to read and it is in German, i will translate (with as little correction and change to language/tone as possible) it here:

Tirtouga and the Lost Animal

Once a robber (bandit) was looking for the White Cat. “When i have the White Cat, i will control the world! Muhahahaha!”

Today in the forest, all the animals are celebrating the birthday of the White Cat. As always, Tirtouga went to the White Cat’s hut to see if she is there. He knocked on the door. No one opened.

“Hm… normally the White Cat would have answered by now.” said Tirtouga.

He knocked again. No one opened. He pushed on the door. It opened. Then he saw that the White Cat was missing!

“i have to tell the others.” said Tirtouga.

“Everyone, the White Cat is missing!” said Tirtouga. Everyone panicked.

The fox said, “i have seen the robber (bandit). She is dressed in strips.”

“Hm… dressed in strips. i wonder who that could be.”

“i have seen something too.” said the Tiger. “Something big. It came out of the bushes. It was big.”

Everyone yelled, “The Big Mole!”

“There he is carrying on his back the White Cat! We must tie his legs together.” said Tirtouga.

So they all tied the Big Mole’s legs together and the Big Mole fell down!

“Ya!” shouted everyone. “The Big Mole is dead.”

And everything is back to normal. They celebrate the White Cat’s birthday.

The End.

i am such a proud mummy! Don’t you think it is a great story??

i asked him to write another one about this White Cat or Tirtouga. He said he won’t. But we’ll see ๐Ÿ˜‰


Too Much Parenting?…

Education vs Experience
Education vs Experience (Photo credit: gtalan)

So over the last few weeks, which i spent in my homeland of Singapore, i have observed my friends with their children and other children in general. i have eavesdropped on conversations (not intentionally, people are just in such close proximity on public transport, it can’t be helped).
My friends and we generally share the same basic principles in parenting and allowing our children to learn as much as they can on their own.

But the conversations of the kids on the trains tell me something else. They seemed so pre-occupied with issues which are non-issues really. But then they were teens and of cos i’m on a completely different wavelength.

Then i spoke to another friend who is a lecture at a technical institute and am horrified to hear that even there, the last stop before these young people face society as working adults, students hide behind their parents; getting their parents to fight for everything from a better grade to days off without valid reasons, to excuses for undone work.

All the above left me wondering and making a comparison with the way kids are taught here, what they are expected to learn and be able to do on their own here. It also reminded me of this article: Why my child will be your child’s boss – CBS News.

Have a read and let me know what you think.

My favourite line:

So, while he’s 4 and generally covered in dirt, I suspect he’ll be more prepared for leadership when we move back to the U.S. than will children who have no freedom and responsibility and face no consequences. 

That is, if he doesn’t cut off his own hand with the saw.


Last Day of School…

Today is the last day of school… they had a wonderful last week at school.

On Wednesday, they went to the fresh market in town with their teacher and bought fruits and vegetables for an Aperoย (a light snack-type thing) on Friday (today). Yesterday (Thursday), they (only the 2nd graders) were invited to lunch at their teacher’s home. i think it is so sweet that the teachers here do go to such efforts to express how much they do like the children and enjoy their job.

This also signals that Tobias will be moving onto 3rd grade next school year with a brand-new teacher. Fingers crossed and knees bended that his 3rd grade teacher would be as understanding and patient as this current one has been.

There is one teacher we are sure to see again for the next school year – his violin teacher, Herr Steiner. Yep, we will be carrying on with violin lessons for another year ๐Ÿ™‚ i remember how excited he was for his first violin lesson.

The week before we played at our last concert of this school year. We had played at the Christmas 2012 Concert and another small concert at the neighbouring village. This last one was in our own village and it went quite well. It has been exciting, nerve-wrecking (for me at least) and very humbling to be learning and getting such opportunities even when i’ve been out of school for so long.

Here are just a couple of photos:

It was a lovely venue at the local church.
It was a lovely venue at the local church.

After this rather long (12 weeks) term, we are very ready for a holiday ๐Ÿ˜€