Mr and I have been discussing placing the Little One in a playschool next year. I must admit that it has my stomach in knots, because I would like to place him in a school that is registered (that is a mission on its own). Then I’d like to determine whether to place him in a Montessori or more traditional playschool. I would like him to be happy, loved and encouraged at the school he attends more than anything else.
I didn’t have the best playschool experience as a child. My parents placed me in the care of my Aunt (who lived in the house behind ours at the time). I would cry every single day that I had to go to her playschool; even writing about it right now is making me emotional. I was too young to remember everything that happened there, but I know some form of abuse occurred that I’m still not able to express. I get a kind of anxiety attack when I think of my aunt or when I see her. I wish my parents would have seen the signs; they just laughed my fears off. My mother thought I just wanted to stay home instead of going to school, but it was much deeper than that. I’ve often contemplated going for hypnotherapy so that I could find out what happened and move on from it.
This experience has made me hesitant to put the Little One in playschool. Mr says it will be good for his development so I’m willing to give it a try. I’ve been shortlisting schools for the past few months now and I hope I’ll make the right choice for him.
I was scrolling through Facebook yesterday and I came across this photograph.
Can you see what’s wrong with this picture?
This was taken at Koetjes en Kalfjes, Heritage Hill, Centurion. The little girl in the photo is sitting by herself while her peers enjoy cupcakes. The photograph was sent to the mother of the child sitting on her own. Words cannot express all the emotions I felt after I saw this photo and read the accompanying story. I know that parents work their butts off to provide the best for their children. I can’t imagine how this made her mother feel as I’m sure she wouldn’t want to put her child in a place where she was ostracised, because of her race.
I wept for this little girl, she looks like she is used to being treated differently. I wonder if she mentioned anything to her mother or if she was so used to the emotional abuse that it felt normal to her. I hope that she doesn’t grow up thinking that she is less than, because she is not. She is precious and important. She has so much potential. She deserves to be loved and receive the same education as her peers, regardless of her race. I’m so sorry that this happened to her and I hope that the playschool is held accountable for their disgusting behaviour.
I don’t get angry about much, but this incident hit a nerve for me as a parent and confirmed my fears as I get ready to place my son in a playschool. I have read many comments on this issue and one that has come up constantly is that the mother should have put her child in a township or ‘black’ playschool instead of a ‘white’ one, but my view on this is that she should be able to place her child at any school she desires without having the fear that her child will be excluded by her teachers and peers.
I hope this story is a warning to other playschools that encourage exclusion and I hope that this behaviour is eradicated immediately so that everyone can have an equal and fair education.
For more on this story read the Timeslive article.
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