Laughter with tears
About a month ago, Nenoh suddenly said to me, “ Mum, I don’t want to go to the kindergarten.” I felt very surprised because almost everyone thinks Nenoh is a good boy in the kindergarten. “Why?” I asked. Nenoh didn’t answer my question. He just kept crying. “ Every little child should go to the kindergarten. How fun it is to play with the other children! And we can learn a lot in the kindergarten, such as singing, dancing and other funny things!” I said. At last Nenoh was taken to the kindergarten by his grandpa. But he was still very unhappy.
A week ago, I took Nenoh to the kindergarten and I found his face turned pale when his teacher appeared in front of him. Then he couldn’t help vomiting and refused to offer his hand to his teacher. His teacher went away at once without any words. When I was busy cleaning up the vomit, another teacher came to Nenoh and said, “ Follow me. Let’s go to the wash room to wash your hands.” Nenoh followed her with tears on his face.
There had been many similar scenes on TV------Someone’s mother or wife fell in a faint when they heard he had an accident. Every time I watched this kind of story, I felt it was too exaggerated and ridiculous. However, I was almost driven mad when I heard that Nenoh had been beaten twice in the kindergarten. The first time was several days ago. Nenoh caught a cold and coughed. When all the children got to sleep, Nenoh couldn’t stop coughing and was beaten on the leg. The teachers made him stand beside the bed. I can completely imagine how serious the scene was. The second time was on Noneh’s birthday. At lunch time, Noneh vomited again and was beaten on the head.
I am a mother who is more ridiculous than those in the TV series. My own experience in the kindergarten tells me that it is impossible and I can never believe it! As time passes by, I am forgetting many teachers of the primary school, middle schools and even the university. But I will never forget Miss Zheng and Miss Li. They were very kind in my kindergarten. At that time, I was just a very timid and slow village girl who just moved to this city with my parents. In my memory , they always smiled to us. Miss Zheng took me to her home several times when my parents were too late to take me home. She dressed me up and washed my face and hands. When my father came to her home, I was always full and became a nice girl with a red flag as a prize.
Owing to the great respect to my teachers, I don’t allow any condemnation to the teachers from anyone in my home. But my father can’t understand it. He thinks it’s a FACT that Nenoh’s teacher is not kind enough to him. I always explain something to him. Now almost all the kindergartens are private. That is to say maybe the teachers have to cater to the private aims of the owners of the kindergartens, but not to the normal need of the children. Or they will face the fate to be fired at once.
In my mind, some of the school education is like Cinderrella on the stage, losing any magic power. She goes to beg the director, “ Please give me the beautiful cloak. It’s time to meet my prince!” But the director says, “No, I have no cloaks. Go away and find it by yourself.” Then he goes to sleep. Cinderrella has to come to the sponsor for help. But he says, “ Your own coat is good enough. And I’ll take away your shoes. That’s better for dancing!” Poor Cinderrella has to return to the stage, dancing lonely. But the audiences aren’t satisfied with this. They buy tickets with high prices. They don’t want to watch a tragedy . Some of them begin to complain, then throw eggs and bananas to Cinderrella. Some of them shout, “ I’ll give you some more money. My son wants to watch a clown. Make a show for us!” Cinderrella was out of control in the end. She throws stones back and hits the weakest. A gentle romance turns into a farce.
In fact, a music teacher had beaten me on the head when I was in the primary school. I am very sure this made no mental shadow in my heart. I still think the teacher is right Although the teacher seemed cynical, I still think he was very talented because our school song was totally written by him. Every time I sing this active song that is full of good wishes to the children, I can’t help smiling with tears. I still believe there must be a way out.
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