Hiya guys, gals, and ghosts of all types! I’m here with a story if you can’t tell by the title. This was not one of my happier or brighter moments, but it has definitely stuck with me because even then I was an introvert. Even back then, I was going to be myself and nothing was going to stop me. I got in trouble at school, and my mother was called in to talk to the teacher. In kindergarten of all things.
Okay, so in order to understand why this happened we need to go back at least 2 years. I know, that would have made me 3 at the time, but trust me, it’s necessary.
It’s not the earliest memory I have, but it is pretty close to it, if I do say so myself, but that’s a very disjointed story for a different day.
My mother instilled in me a love of reading from a very early age. My favorite part of the day was to go pull one of the children’s books off the shelf and have it read to me. This was a daily occurrence and if I could sneak in another book then all the better.
My favorite were the classic fairy tales that we all know and love: Rapunzel, Cinderella, and Snow White. These were definitely my favorite since they all involved magic. Yes, even as a tiny tot I loved my fantasy books.
I also had several books with nursery rhymes and colorful picture of teddy bears playing and doing other activities. I have to see if I still have them. They were some of my favorites. I also know that the Rapunzel book I owned had different colored fake gems to stick everywhere.
If I do it’ll bring back good memories of my mother reading to me, and those are definitely the brightest ones I have of my childhood.
Kindergarten at Last
I was both terrified and overjoyed to start kindergarten. As an only child, I didn’t know how to interact with anyone my age. However, I would finally get to learn to do that thing that Mom did and turn the scribbles on the paper into words and turn words into stories. I would be able to do for myself what she had done for me.
That thought pleased me and I couldn’t wait to learn. Needless to say I took to it like a duck to water. I loved books and the stories contained within and any time I could I would be in the reading pit devouring words with my eyes.
Can you see where this is going yet?
During our play time the other children would noisily be on the other side of the room playing house and other such things while I read.
My teacher called in my parents because she was “concerned” that I wasn’t playing with the other children. Who would want to play something as boring as house when you could play magic, or witches as I liked to call it. Nice, kind witches that worked on the land and made people happy.
Why would I want to play with another person at all when I had new books to read?
I can tell now that my mother was on the fence about this. She was happy that I loved reading, but she also knew that I would need to interact with my peers sometimes. So, she somewhat reluctantly forced me to go play with the other children. I don’t think it turned out quite like they hoped.
The Other Issue
I will admit that it’s not the only thing that Mom was called in for. My parents had divorced not that long ago, and in my 5 year old mind, since Dad wasn’t there every day, then he must be dead. This was very silly on my part since I still saw him one weekend a month.
Thankfully I grew out of that phase very quickly and didn’t tell other people that anymore.
So, What Happened?
It’s funny to look back. I was still true to myself. Sure I played with the other children from time to time, but mostly I played around the other children. They could keep playing their house and baby, while I would quietly be off in my own world of magic.
To this day I still don’t understand what the teacher thought she was helping by forcing me to interact with others when I clearly had no desire to. It’s possible that she didn’t want my social growth to be stunted, but I think it had the opposite effect.
I think that maybe if I hadn’t been thrown into the proverbial lion’s den of having to somehow interact with 15 other children that I might be a little more confident when meeting new people now.
Feel free to post any comments, questions, or stories of your own in the comment section below. I will be more than happy to tell you what I know, and answer everything to the best of my ability.