Monday, October 12, 2009
unruly conundrum: who's chloe?
I don't know who Chloe is, but it's not my child.
When she's scripting, playing with her toys and practicing different phrases, one that has come up a lot recently is "Don't call me Chloe". When she says it, her eyebrows come down, and there's a quiet, serious ferocity in her voice. And I finally found out why.
Her teacher calls her Chloe.
She did it twice in front of Dr. Krog and I tonight at Preschool Open House. And the poor little dude was wearing a name tag!
I know our child's name is unusual, but it's not a difficult name. There aren't even any hyphens or umlauts. It's four letters, two syllables. And her teacher sees her for 9 hours a week. That's over 45 hours so far, and she apparently still calls my poor daughter by the wrong name most of the time.
And I'm not sure what to do about it. The teacher is obviously not doing it on purpose, she just knows someone named Chloe, and that name overrides my child's name. But it is affecting my poor little Biscuit, who doesn't like it a bit. Now that she's learning the terror of Time Out at school, she is scared to speak up and/or sass the teacher. And we're not the sort of parents to make a fuss, email the director, or send the child to school in a shirt with her name stitched on it in huge, capital letters. And we love the school, and we love the teachers.
It's such a fragile, special time for a little dude. She's learning that she's her own person, developing her sense of self. She's a girl who likes skirts, hair bands (the accessory, not the White Snake), Care Bears, and pizza. And she deserves to be called by her own name, not constantly hearing someone else's name and an apology.
What can I say? It's a conundrum.
But I'm not changing her name to Chloe, because I used to live next to an insane Jack Russell Terrier named Chloe, and she barked all the time, and she had dogtitties that dragged the ground, and I just can't do that to my child. So I guess the t-shirt is our next best option, really.