This post is in reference to my youngest daughter, Adriane. “A”,(As I often call her) started first grade in a small town in the White Mts of Northern NH. She is a little girl who at the time had many undiagnosed issues. “A” was a very musical child, by the time she was 5 she knew latterly 100’s of songs from all kinds of music. One day I get a phone call from her first grade teacher telling me “A” is speaking gibberish. Could this possibly be another kind of seizure?  When I arrive “A” is waiting for me with her aid and teacher. She was raring to go and did not understand why the teacher had made her stay in from recess. I asked her about the gibberish and she shrugged her shoulders. The teacher piped right in saying sounds “A” had said. Adriane looked at her and said, ”Jeepers you are not very good at scat.”, and then she proceeded to do scat herself. The teacher had no clue what scat even was; and so, the next day I had “A” bring her a tape of jazz with scat.


About 6 weeks later I was again called to the school as the teacher and Adriane were both upset. When I arrived all the other kids were gone and Adriane was pouting with her arms crossed. The teacher was pacing back and forth. It seems Adriane was very angry as the teacher had wanted her to color the face of the mimeographed face of a cartoon witch green and Adriane had flatly refused, and as the teacher pushed her, Adriane refused louder and told the women witches do not have green faces. A battle ensued. I could not for the life of me understand what the issue was with letting a child color the face a different color. I know it had to do with following directions and reading the words, but this was an obvious issue for my child.


            The teacher had argued with “A” about the face color saying yes witches have green faces, and “A” replied no they don’t my mothers face is not green. I tried to not laugh as I arranged to come back after I brought Adriane home and talk with the teacher and Principle about green faced witches. My eldest son met me half way and took Adriane home. When I returned the teacher was already in the principles and was babbling away about my child when I walked in.


            The talk did not start with the green face but went to the scat and talking gibberish, which really pissed me off. By the time we got to the green faced witch I had to count to ten to make sure I handled this with out loosing control. Thank goodness the Principle knew jazz and loved scat. This was the place where I began to educate the school about Wicca. It started in this small office and branched into all of the office staff and the nurse as “A” had many medical issues which needed to be addressed daily.


            Each year I would meet with her next year’s teacher a week before school started to educate them about Wicca if need be; as well as, to discuss any changes which might have occurred over the summer. This worked well for me. “A” never had another issue with teachers in her school again for this issue. I know in a perfect world we should not have to take these steps to insure our children are not singled out as different, but after the first year I just could not let my innocent child be subjected to ignorance.

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Feb. 3, 2008 at 10:50 AM I love to read your journals, they are softly educational.  This one is timely for me as my son is starting his first day of school tomorrow and walks to the beat of his own drum too.   I hope I can keep myself positive and on an even keel in the future dealings with teachers that too will come.

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Feb. 3, 2008 at 6:17 PM Thank you for such a great example of handling such situations with grace and patience as well as understanding and strength. You are an inspiration to us of how ingnorence SHOULD be handled.  CONGRATS for keeping your cool and remaining composed. YOU ROCK!!!!

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Feb. 4, 2008 at 8:33 AM Have I told you lately that your "da bomb"?  I love reading your stories and they are certainly an insperation :).   I would love to meet "A", she is also an insperation to this 42 year old women who when reading your stories realizes I have soooo much to learn :). 

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Feb. 4, 2008 at 11:00 AM You freakin' rock!

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Feb. 4, 2008 at 1:23 PM

This is a good thing for I do the same thing being that my son goes to a public school... I home school my girls. I meet with the teachers and the office staff... i religious service is on Fridays so each year I have to establish his days off for Fridays.... and His teachers know that he is not to pledge the flag, make Xmas trees, or anything with any holiday... some teachings are standard...and that is fine, like the G. Washington, Malcolm X, MLK, Black History MO, Columbus and so on...

It is great and the school does not mind cuz they do not know.... and they are happy to accommodate

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Feb. 4, 2008 at 6:54 PM

I couldn't help but notice that you said "White Mountains of NH"!  Wow!  I grew up there!  It's beautiful!  The schools up there do tend to be more understanding & open to all ways of being.  That's still the tradition in the White Mountains.  They're a great & quiet example of how things should be...tolerant. 

Thanks for sharing your parenting experiences, too.  I always learn something that's applicable to my situation with the step-children-2-B. 

Love & light & many thanks...Ceci 

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Feb. 12, 2008 at 12:31 AM It's amazes me constantly the lengths a mom has to go to for her children in a school.  The teachers are normally there for the child and but I consistantly run into the same defensive posture from at least one teacher every year.  You are awesome.

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Apr. 24, 2009 at 2:05 PM

It is awesome that you handled these situations so well.  My daughter is not school age yet, but I don't know if we'll have to face any sort of issues when she is old enough.

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