(Connecticut, September 2006)
There were a lot of tears, on Jakob`s first days in his new school.
I got a call from school around lunch time on the first day already. Jakob was on the phone: “Mommy, pick me up. I do not want to stay here!” He was crying. I tried to talk to him, but he did not listen. He just cried. I wanted to pick him up but his teacher told me to wait. If he does not calm down, she would call me again. I was sitting in my chair at home and like Jakob…crying. What did I do to him?! He was so happy before, with all his friends in the Kindergarten in Germany. I imagined how hard it must have been for him: new school, new kids, and nobody understands him (and he does not understand the others…). I knew it from my own experience.
On the next day they called me again. This time I went to school. Jakob wanted to have a “Shark ice cream” for lunch but could not say it. They gave him the wrong one. He was upset and desperate. Not even his favourite part of the school life (lunch time) functioned! After I explained to the teacher what the reason for his crying was, from this day on he always got his “Shark ice cream” (Now, when we see one we just laugh.).
The school called me a few more times to see if I could come and translate something for Jakob or explain to him what he has to do.
And then …one day I arrived at the school again and my son welcomed me with the words “ Mom, why are you coming? It is so embarrassing, nobody’s mom is here. Please, go home .” And I did.
After two months his English got better than mine..
No comments:
Post a Comment