For a while now my 4yo has had me on edge over the alphabet. At an early age she could recite it perfectly but whenever I tried to sneak letter association in with the alphasong she would turn up her nose at textbook knowledge. She's a smart one. She recognizes surreptitious learning when she sees it.
When her nursery teacher taught her to spell her name (something I had been trying for ages) she still refused to point out which letters corresponded to what she was saying. Umprompted she would point out the letters of her name within other words but pressed to identify, she clammed up.
This monkey refuses to dance when asked. She so much like her mom. *sigh*
Anyhow, the nursery teacher and I were confident that she was just screwing with us and I was able to let go of some of the hand-wringing over her language/learning skills.
But now we are in kindergarten and it's all about letters, writing, and reading. No pressure because she's JK but I work in the classroom and I know how much is dedicated to the basics. *sigh*
The edge of worry was creeping back up under my butt and again I was back to the hand wringing over her knowledge. The back of my head was screaming "she's f'ing with you" but the paranoid, never-turned-off side of my brain was shouting "you never really know, right?"
Then G presented me with something that pulled me back from the precipice of parenting obsession:
At least I know my daughter understands what Monday is all about.
Meh indeedy my child.
And when the heck did you learn to write? I swear she is screwing with me and I love her even more for it.