My philosophy on children these days might be they have TOO many choices.
"You want to wear, this?, this? or how about this?"
"Do you want to eat here, here or how about here?"
Even better, "you want to do this activity, sport, play, party and go out to eat? You are so right, I live to serve."
How about, "you make ALL of the decisions for our family because your advanced decision making skills of an 8-year-old totally rock!"
How about NO! No way!
I mean seriously, this is a picture of child annoyed that we sat outside in the. OH! MY! GOD! NO!...WIND!!! to eat. Yes, the picture of rational thought, no?
When I signed up to be a parent I knew my job was to equip my children to make choices with guidance coupled with consequences. No, you won't always win. No, you can't be in charge and NO! Everyone is NOT going to be the victor in every situation.
Because, you know what? It's life. No one wins every time. You might as well learn this lesson early in life. You'll be less disappointed if you know the actual game plan at hand. No, I don't think you deserve a fucking certificate or trophy if you didn't come in First, Second or Third Place. Harsh? Believe me, my bosses didn't give out participation awards when I didn't hit #1 sales status at the end of the quarter. Mainly because I didn't deserve praise if I didn't excel or beat expectations and well, they were assholes too.
The reason for this crazy rant? At the girls' school, PE has become the decision of the children, not the teacher. Every.fucking.time....kids get to decide who will be their partner for whatever task may be at hand. Again since when does an 8/9-year-old have the facilities to choose without being prejudiced? The popular and sporty stick with the popular and sporty. The weak and awkward seem to be rewarded by being reduced to pair with their lesser or their equal. How about a little humility? How about learning or maybe teaching those that not everyone is as equipped with awesome sauce and maybe one can learn from those who are deemed "blessed?" or not.
My child seems to be coupled with the troubled child "every time." My child is not popular but she is not hated. She is just there. Her feelings of not having a close friend comes true every Friday after school. I hear about how she has to be paired with the girl that no one wants because she is not wanted herself. By those other girls. Trying to instill confidence when she hasn't found her groove in all the activities offered is quite hard. Hearing from another class mate that they don't choose her, Celia, not because she isn't liked but because she has difficulties in school is even more heart breaking. "She is sweet and nice but I don't know why we don't choose her other than, we just don't." This sentence makes me realize that people are assholes and they raising more assholes. Celia tries to be happy to be paired with the girl who cries because she isn't paired with the 'popular' girls. In the end she feels even more like shit and I don't blame her.
I want to tell her third grade doesn't matter and half those girls in your class? I can guarantee you, will be fucking spinsters. Because they are ugly inside and plain on the out.
Such a hard lesson to teach while you want to go kick some major ass in your child's honor. But you don't because it's her life lesson to learn. Even though you learned it a LONG TIME AGO and realized the outcome a little too late.
Would you ask the teacher to get her head out of her ass and do the pairing herself? or leave it be?