I wasn’t going to write this post, because I know rules are there for a reason and this world is working hard to be socially and politically correct by making changes.
Most changes I agree with-those who follow my posts here and on my social media will know I stand for many causes-many changes that I know will be good for our struggling world.
However, there’s one thing I’ve been trying so hard to get on board with-even just trying to understand-and that is the politics surrounding the education system and Mother’s Day.
Yesterday, my children-one in nursery and one in primary school, came home with Mother’s Day cards for me.
After excitedly telling me all week that they had a surprise for me Friday, their enthusiasm was contagious and I found myself looking forward to what would await me when we arrived home from the school run.
Kye was up first-handing me a brown envelope with his name on, his big smile beaming as he opened it and handed me a card. Beautiful and well made, it had love hearts drawn all over it and a pretty floral umbrella as it’s main feature. I opened it, excited to see what my loving 8 year old had written for me.
“To Someone Special, Thanks for everything you’ve done. Love Kye.”
I smiled, hiding the expression I longed to show, and hugged him tight thanking him. Pushing back my sadness, I turned the card back over to try and take in the work he’d put into the front of it.
The reason for my disappointment? It’s silly really-I know it will sound silly to some, but the card just didn’t feel like it was for me.
I caved, desperate to alleviate the fear that he’d been given this project and hadn’t thought about the words inside. I asked him why it said “to someone special”. He told me they were told to put that in, and they shouldn’t write “Happy Mother’s Day” either. Because there are some children without Mother’s.
I get that, I really do-but also, I really don’t.
I get that some children don’t have Mums, but at the grand old age of 8, why can’t they choose who they want to address their card to? Why can’t they write a name instead of “someone special”.
Apparently this is all down to “equal opportunities”. Giving everyone the same thing to write stops anyone from feeling segregated. I understand that too-if I didn’t have someone to give my card to, and everyone else was churning out beautiful “Happy Mother’s Day” cards to their Mums, I’d feel a little jealous and upset.
But in my opinion, at 8 years old, these kids know who’s who and what’s what, and if there’s anything they’ll notice more, it’s not being able to write a Mother’s Day card for their Mum, because some of their friends haven’t got one.
I had to leave the conversation with Kye there, because a) he was getting upset that he hadn’t got to write Happy Mother’s Day in his card, and b) because Miss Olivia was about to give me her card!
It turns out, the powers that be, also dictate this stuff into nurseries too. Instead of offering a helping hand to the 3 & 4 year olds, the poor nursery teachers are “advised” to give the children a blank card, and “let them get on with it”. At 4 years of age, it turns out, your card ends up like this.
I won’t bother showing you the inside, it literally just says “Olivia”.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming the teachers or the nursery workers in this situation. It just appears to me that this desperation from educational authorities, to eradicate segregation and differences of opportunities, is actually doing more harm than good.
There are now single Mums, who probably rely on their little ones bringing home their hand made cards, because they’re the only cards they get. Only to have them bring home a card with generative text, the same as all of their friends-rather than something they actually wanted to say to their Mum.
I’m one of the lucky ones-yes I was disappointed, in actual fact I cried my little heart out for the messages that were never written.
But on Mother’s Day I’ll have cards with Mummy on, that my Husband has gone and brought from a card shop. Inside those, there will be messages from my little ones that I will be able to treasure.
And the children? Well, they look to be spending the next few years, getting used to a system producing consistently identical pieces of work, in order not to “segregate” others-in my opinion, basically stripping our little ones of their identities and personalities.