Sweet Bear brought home her first progress report from the maternelle last week. I have scanned the front and back of her progress report and have uploaded both sides onto Flickr. Scroll down to the bottom of this post to see her progress report. If you would like to see a larger version of her report please click on one of the images to go to Flickr and from there you can click on the all sizes button at the top of the image to make the image big enough to read.
I know most of you are not interested in doing this. However, mothers or fathers who are expats like me with babies that will be going to school in France or are going to school in France may be interested in the measurements and how she is doing as a bilingual child in a French school. Or, some of you may just be curious what a French progress report looks like.
I have to admit I am a little worried. She is still not talking and rarely plays with other children. I don’t know if it is all because of her being bi-lingual or even if that has anything to do with it. When I was a child in school, I never spoke and had very few friends. I was so shy that I would not even answer my teacher unless she came to me and I could wisper. My mother was the same as a child in school. My father is still a little shy. I think it is in her genes.
Today, I am not shy but I am not a social diva, either. I think she will outgrow it.
We shall see better as the year progresses.
The maternelle, also, sent home a paper stating that she can be enrolled into a special bi-lingual program for learning German. In Alsace, German is pushed more than English. I think it is a mistake. I think English is more important and that the kids can take German when they are older. This is my personal opinion. It is not because I speak English. It is because English is much stronger than German in the world.
We won’t be enrolling Sweet Bear because we are planning on moving. We, also, think throwing another language at her when she is still working on French and English would be just crazy. I really hope that in Sélestat we can find a school that has both French and English taught together. She needs to be with other children like her.
Yesterday, on the way home from school, she told me she speaks English, not French. I smiled and said, “No, you are a little Franco-American. You speak French and English. You are special.” She knotted her brows together and pouted. She screamed out in anger, “I am American and I speak English!” I don’t know what happened at school. I don’t know why she was so angry.
I just stopped and asked her if she had a bad day. She said yes. I asked her why. She said a girl that is one of her friends pushed her. I hugged her and told her that people can be mean sometimes and that maybe her friend was having a bad day, too? I think it has to be more than this girl pushing her. I think she is having trouble adjusting to an all French environment.
I told her that she is beautiful and smart and that I love her. I told her she is special because she has two languages.
I told her that is very, very cool. She liked that.
After kissing away the frown and replacing it with my Sweet Bear’s radiant smile, she told me, “I like Mama.” It made my heart smile.