I reminded him of his little nephew who came home exhausted from school, dropped his schoolbag on the floor and announced, "I hate school! I want to retire!" The amused uncle (ex's older brod) asked, "and what will you do if you were allowed to retire?" The poor boy answered, "I will go to Europe every month just like you do."
It isn't fair, is it?
Back to the tete-a-tete: like the rest nothing much came out of it. Cj is again enrolled in another school. A Thai this time. I did join ex so Cj will have both parents launching him off to yet another first day of school. Good facilities. Rich curriculum. Correct teacher-student ratio. My conclusion: The school is ready but Cj is not, even at 4 then and now 5. Ex moaned about Cj's low marks on, of all things, his coloring book. I wanted to say, "I told you" but held my tongue. If I were the one forced to go to school, I would flunk every subject there is. Cj didn't. I wanted to celebrate by giving him as much time as he wanted to play and sleep.
My mommy job has just doubled. Not that I am complaining. Whenever possible I expose Cj to church-run classes once a week, and I like it. At least he does not scream on the way there:
And there are no low grades to get hurt about. Just a little consolation from the evidence that he participates during sessions:
And little joys derived from answering his questions about characters from his lesson book:
Talking about lesson books, I haven't placed my order for the latest issue. They are shipped from the US every quarter. That said, my job has tripled. Meanwhile, Cj's dad has just finished outlining plans for school next year. Good heavens, everyone is rushing.
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