08 Feb, 2012
Little white rabbits with pocket watches
Posted by andrea tomkins in: Misc. life|parenting
I don’t know where my hatred of being late began. When I was a kid I remember being extremely proud of the big zeros in the “days late” column on my report cards. And it was really important that it stay that way.
Fast forward 30 years. I still hate being late. It makes me physically ill to find myself rushing somewhere – an appointment, an interview, a flight, even a coffee date – and think that I might be late. As a result, this means that I am chronically early. Having ten or fifteen minutes to spare is no big deal, in fact I welcome it. Sometimes it’s inconvenient, it means that I’m sitting in my car checking my email, or at the airport with an hour to kill, but I’d rather be early than be tardy.
You can imagine what my gut feels like when I’m stuck in traffic and I’m going to be late.
I find it hard to be “fashionably late” for a party as well. I KNOW the invitation says 6:00 p.m. and that most people won’t arrive until 6:30, but if I’m asked to be somewhere at 6:00 I would ideally like to be there at that time. Suffice it to say that if my family is involved in any of this I get a little jumpy.
What does it say about us when we are late? Personally, I think it sends a message (intentionally or not) that we really don’t value the time of the person that is waiting for us.
When the girls were younger they both went to an “early start” school. This meant that school started at 8:00 a.m. instead of the usual 9:00. It was tough to get them out the door on time… especially for me. Neither Mark nor I are early morning people. I’m a mid-morning gal!
It meant we had to lay clothes out the night before, and set our alarms early enough so we had time for them to eat breakfast and make lunches, and most importantly, enough time for little dawdlers to get to school. (I wrote about some of the ways I got them to walk a little quicker this past post.)
In the winter it was doubly challenging because I had to wait around for a lot of this:
But somehow, we did it. We hated getting up so early (still do, in fact), but we did it. I can probably count the number of late days on my hand. What’s more, we walked to school every day, rain or shine, summer and winter. It has not been easy, but we did it, because we believe that getting to school on time is important.
Why? Well, I think teaching kids to get to school on time sets a good precedent and teaches them how to be cognizant of time. I wanted to teach our kids that Things Take Time and that it’s important to Make Time for Things. Like breakfast, for example, and putting our snowsuits on. I also think teaching the importance of punctuality early and establishing good habits – like how we teach them manners and grammar and basic hygiene – is a critical life skill. I don’t want to raise kids who arrive late for their university English class and piss off the teacher. I don’t want them to arrive late for dental appointments and job interviews. I don’t want them to destroy their chance of impressing a potential mother-in-law by arriving late for Christmas dinner. You know what I’m getting at? Teaching kids to understand time, respect other people’s time, and be on time is important.
Here’s a question, how does your children’s school deal with chronic tardiness?
Ours has had a never-ending issue with latecomers. I find it mildly shocking. It’s not the kid’s fault, it’s the parents. Can’t everyone just set their alarms 15 minutes earlier? I know it’s hard (heck, I’ve been there), but it’s not like they’re being asked to do something impossible or distasteful, like walk a tight-rope or eat raw liver for breakfast. If I can get up and get my kids to school on time, anyone can.
I remember my kindergarten fear of the teacher making a spectacle out of me for being late. Today, up until now, our daughter’s school wasn’t really doing anything other than making the late kids sign in. This is no biggie if you ask me. Kids don’t care if they need to sign in. I know that punishment isn’t PC anymore, but this is not enough of a deterrent.
As a result, notices came home in school newsletters, again and again, with the same old refrain: “Please be on time, it disrupts the class.” Yet I still saw the same people trudging to school late, again and again. Well, the school finally broke down. A recent newsletter mentioned something about calling in guidance counselors to speak to the families if children were late more than 25 times. (This number seems high to me, but I think at least it’s a step in the right direction.)
Do you agree with this action? Why or why not? What can an elementary school do to prevent chronic lateness? And do you think being late is a big deal or not? Surely I can’t be alone here…!