As we head back to school, my kids' new teachers never really see me coming. That is until they make what they think is supposed to be a 30-second courtesy introductory call and get lassoed into a 40-minute conversation on curriculum, class structure, homework, discipline practices and the socialization of children. I don't interrogate them, per se, but I'm very clear that I want to know who will be nourishing my kids' intellect, character and mental and emotional well-being during the majority of their days.
Oh, I know it sounds tough. But I promise I'm not a part of the Parking Lot Mafia of moms who cluck and rattle and get in a tizzy over what flavor cupcake the teachers served at the 6th grade play. I'm just the opposite “ once I know the teachers and I are on the same page, I'll walk through a mountain to make sure they have what they need to do their job effectively…
Interesante! Saludos