For modern parents raising a baby, this question is very ambiguous. Some people think that compared to kids who went to daycare, socializing will be harder for kids who were taught at home at school, and in later life.
There are several key benefits that stand out when you decide to choose Little Scholars daycare Brooklyn:
This is an excellent chance to make friends with peers and gain adult communication skills.
A kid learns appropriate conduct, various social roles, and the standards of behavior in this Child Care Center in Brooklyn.
The physical and intellectual upbringing is aided by the childcare center.
According to experts, social interaction with peers is a natural desire that parents must satiate to some extent beginning at the age of three. Conversations with close friends and relatives will not suffice in this situation. It is important to realize that your child will make a lot of new friends in the future. You should encourage your child to socialize as early as possible so that they may learn how to communicate with a variety of individuals. The infant will interact with teachers as well as play with younger, older, or kids his own age. Your child will benefit from having practice speaking with adults other than their parents and grandparents in the future.
Kids learn discipline in daycare. Even if the child has previously learned to follow his daily schedule, pre – school will allow the youngster to consolidate these abilities while also learning to obey standards of behavior and become more composed.
The childcare center curriculum is designed so that the kid will grow cognitively and physically during the day. Additionally, the kid will be able to choose a suitable activity by enrolling in a group for singing, dance, or sculpture.
Can a youngster acquire all of this while receiving their education at home? Although it will take a lot of work and unique chances for grownups, it is achievable. Even if they want to offer their child nothing but the finest, not all parents are able to achieve this owing to financial constraints or a lack of time.
What age is appropriate for sending a child to kindergarten? The majority of therapists agree that once a kid reaches the age of four, he or she is prepared to enter a new phase of development. It is recommended to introduce the infant to daycare gradually, taking him there first simply for a few hours every day. As a result, he will be able to get comfortable in his new surroundings and meet others who share his interests. As time goes on, you can extend your child’s stay in there until you notice that you are no longer anxious and the child is content to go home after spending the day with his or her friends. Listen to your kid because each child’s adaption process is unique.
When I was a child in the 1980s, I went to an all-white elementary school in Kentucky; I was one of about seven or eight black children — if that! — in the entire school of an estimated 600 children.
I wasn’t directly mistreated or bullied by other children, but most of them were always short with me and avoided me, giving me an “I’m not supposed to talk to you” look when I said something to them. I did have a few friends here and there, but for the most part, I just learned to amuse myself alone.
Then, along came our new principal, a six-foot-five black woman with an iron face permanently cast into an angry expression. For the entire six years I was there, we only saw her laugh once, and that was after someone performed a hysterical comedy act at a talent show. She always wore a long coat and would silently make her rounds throughout the school campus, not saying anything to anyone. If she came across someone monkeying around and doing something they shouldn’t, she would stop and give this soul-piercing, heart-stopping stare that would make a hardened lifer in prison piss on himself.
We… were… terrified of this woman. Anytime she’d pass by us, voices would immediately quiet and everyone would freeze. Teachers would say to persistent class clowns:
Teacher: “Do you want me to send you to Dr. [Principal]’s office?”
Kid: “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! I’LL BE GOOD!”
On one occasion, a child started throwing a tantrum and refused to accompany the teacher to the principal’s office. After what seemed like an eternity of the brat’s screaming and yelling and “GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE!”, the teacher finally left the room. Moments later, the teacher reappeared with the principal.
This kid’s infantile screaming and crying immediately ceased on the spot.
Principal: In an icy, dark tone “Get off the floor.”
The kid complied and stood at attention.
Principal: “Pick up all those papers, books, and pencils you threw everywhere.”
The kid complied. Then, the principal pulled up a seat next to the child’s desk.
Principal: To the teacher “Carry on.”
And for the rest of the day, she sat next to him. When it was time to do assignments, I would hear her quietly speaking to him as he worked, saying things such as:
Principal: “What aren’t you understanding?” Explains the task “Okay, excellent. Now let’s move on to this assignment.”
Kid: “I can’t!”
Principal: “I’m sorry, what?” Explains the problems more simply for him “Correct! See? You can do it. Move to the next one.”
Meanwhile, everyone else in the classroom was working on their own assignments as if our futures depended on it.
At the end of the day, the principal said to the kid:
Principal: “Don’t make me have to come back out of my office again to deal with you… because next time, you’ll be spending the rest of the day with me in my office!”
She didn’t have to tell him twice!
One day, I was sitting with a friend outside who was telling me about someone who was picking on him.
Me: “Too bad you aren’t in LA; you could get your boys and pop a cap in his butt!”
And that was when I felt a rough tap on my shoulder. I felt my heart stop when I turned around to see… her, burning a hole through me with that fierce stare.
Principal: “First of all, nobody is popping caps anywhere. Where are you from?”
Me: In a choked voice “My mom lives in California. My dad came here because of his job. I lived in New York City, too.”
The principal continued her stare and then looked down at a small bag of cassette tapes in my hands, including one with music by N.W.A., a hip-hop group.
Principal: “What is this? N.W.A.?! Your dad bought this for you?!”
Me: “No, I took it out of the car. I’ll put it back.”
Principal: “But he plays it around the house where you hear it.”
Principal: With a cold stare “Tell him he can come to pick it up from my office.” Walks away
I decided to just let my pissed dad think the tape had gotten lost.
A few days later, my teacher quietly informed me that the principal wanted to see me after school. Thinking I was about to be seriously punished for my foolish comment and for bringing that N.W.A. tape to school, I dragged myself to her office and walked in, shaking like a leaf.
She motioned for me to sit, but then she began asking me questions like, “How are you doing with your schoolwork?” and, “How are things at home?” and, “I notice you are usually by yourself. How are the other kids treating you?” It was much like what you’d expect from a school counselor.
The following day in the cafeteria, I was eating by myself when the principal walked over, picked up my tray, and motioned for me to come with her. She walked over to a table where several white students were sitting, sharply rapped on the surface, and ordered:
Principal: “Let him eat here!”
Kids: “Yes, ma’am!”
They scooted over to make room.
Principal: “What are you talking about over here?”
Kids: “Nintendo and stuff.”
The principal glanced at my shirt with Super Mario’s face imprinted on it.
Principal: “Seems like you have something in common with him already. Find what else you have in common!”
Kids: “Yes, ma’am!”
And just like that, I ended up with about four new friends.
Every week, I would be summoned to her office, where I would update her on everything going on with me and she would give me motivational talks about excelling in school, as well as other issues such as building stronger self-esteem, handling teasing from other kids, etc. Many of these talks would end with things like, “I expect to see no lower than an A on that science test, you hear?”
This continued every year all the way until I left for middle school.
Fast forward to ten years later when I ran into her while out and about.
Principal: “So, which is it, Harvard or Yale?”
Me: Laughing “We don’t have that kind of money. Just a community college. Hey, what made you pick me out of all those children to mentor all throughout grade school?”
Principal: “Many years ago, I had a son that was taken because of drugs and alcohol. He lived with my sister in Chicago and just let him have the free run of the city. He got involved with gangs and violence and ultimately lost his life at the age of eleven after being shot by a rival gang member. It was my wake-up call to get clean and devote my life to seeing that no other child goes down that road — not on my watch. I couldn’t help but see him when I saw your face, and when you were out there, first grade, talking about LA, gangs, and shooting people, and had that gangster rap tape in your hands… all I could think about was the cycle repeating. And I thought if I could save at least one child from my son’s fate, then the work I did to get myself where I was wasn’t all for nothing. And… it seems like it worked! Don’t prove me wrong.”
She passed away recently, which is what motivated me to write this. I’m eternally grateful for her caring that much to help motivate me to learn, make the right decisions, and try hard in my studies.