The Heart of a Newly Immigrant Mom, on the Education of Children

Translated…

I’m a immigrated mom, my son is about to go to the fifth grade of his elementary year.  My son had never been in afterschool programs or cram schools, and he’s doing fine in his classes.  All my friends are all too curious, because of the difference between the two sides of the coasts, the difference in spelling, how did I do it?

Actually, as I got pregnant, I’d started learning the Chinese alphabets.  When my son was still stumbling, learning to walk, every time I’d have the time, I’d recited the poetry from the Tang Dynasty, the Verses, along with other ancient text to him.  When he went into kindergarten, I’d started subscribing to “Chinese Daily Papers” to date.  When at home, my son doesn’t have the habit of playing on the I-Pad or watching television.

When he was about two years old, I’d told him one day, “Jun-Yi, go wash your hands.”  He’d replied, “Washing hands so I can cook for you”.

When my son got older, he’d slowly managed his affairs, when I’d tired to hurry him along, he’d replied, “Haste makes waste”.

When he got a new book, he’d finished it, without any breaks in between, and would read the books over and over again.  When I’d asked him, “You’d read that how many times already?”  He’d replied, “Mom, don’t you know, that we should read a book at least one hundred times each?”

Now, the homework assignments for the children are harder and harder, I must preview the lessons, before I teach it to him, so I wouldn’t fail in front of him, and secondly, we’re learning it together.

During the summers, other than exercising, reading, chores (trash, dishes, sweeping, mopping, taking up the clothes), he’d watched television for twenty-five minutes a day, half an hour on the computers, and the rest of the time, he’d worked on memorizing English words, and reviewing his assignments.  And, when the two of them father and son are out traveling, leaving me home alone, it’d become somewhat difficult for me to adapt.

And so, this, is how you teach your son, because you are from the other side of the strait, you didn’t want your son to fall behind, and so, that, was why you’d made certain that he did MORE work, so he could excel, and, because you’d started this way of teaching early, and so, the child’s gotten used to it, and that, is why he’s so very self-disciplined, because you had taught him to be.

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