First - you might want to actually look up the Meriam-Webster's definition of intimate. I would have thought that fairly intelligent people would have been able to figure out my usage of it... but evidently not. Here is the definition from the dictionary: 1.) a. INTRINSIC; ESSENTIAL; b. belonging to or characterizng one's deepest nature 2.) marked by very close association, contact, or familiarity (~ knowledge of the law); 3.) a. marked by a warm friendship developing through long association; b. suggesting informal warmth or privacy; 4.) of a very personal or private nature.
Intimate as I use it here is used as the last definition. I find it amusing and at the same time disturbing that the negative posters equate intimate with sex. How sad. Sex isn't necessarily intimate - however, I would charge that love and trust require a degree of intimacy. Further, IF you actually read the post and don't jump to conclusions before you finish - which I believe people are doing here... PJ's are worn at bedtime - not to school or the shopping mall. Anyone who wears PJ's outside of the home - I do have to question your character. It's that simple. What do you have to prove by wearing clothes inappropriate for the day/weather/season? So, here's the rest of the original post. I am a mother who prefers to teach my children right from wrong every time I see something that comes up and can be considered a teachable moment. Not like the moms who think they are loving their kids by giving them whatever they want or allowing them to do whatever every one else does. The school stopped having PJ day after 2009's. I would have to say it wasn't on my complaint alone...
Well, imagine my surprise when I picked up Kenzie the other day and she began to talk about "Next week we're going to have a pajama day at school."
That raised my eyebrows. I told Kenzie that I didn't think she would be going to school in her pj's, and that I would be talking with her father later. When we got home, I read the flier in her backpack and just shook my head with wonder at how a school could justify this kind of activity.
When Roy got home, I told him about what Kenzie had said and what was on the flyer sent home with her. I told Roy that I felt pajamas had no place in a school - to which he replied that she should be kept home. My thoughts exactly.
When picking up Kenzie from school the next day, I approached her teacher and asked her about the pajama day, and she began to talk enthusiastically about it. I told her I found it highly inappropriate that the school would allow young children to wear pajamas to school and that Kenzie would not be going to school that day.
I got a call from her later that day. She said that it caught her offguard that I would say anything in front of the other kids or parents. She said I shouldn't talk about these things in front of other parents and should call her at home or she would be willing to stay and talk with me privately.
The thought running through my head at that moment was, God forbid should I express an opinion that is contrary to the school's curriculum or one that perhaps other parents are thinking about but perhaps are afraid themselves to say anything. What she needs to understand is that every teacher needs to get used to my open and blunt way of expressing what I think about inappropriate activities or curriculum at public schools. Get used to it, folks - I don't mince words.
She then wanted to know what my objections to the pajama day were. I gave them to her, and she began trying to expound on how the kids are just 5 or 6 years old, and they're so innocent, and the school has been doing this for - oh, as long as she can remember! Even her son did it. And its fun for the kids.
Well, I guess that makes it alright then, huh! In my opinion, these were not reasons to do it, they were excuses why it is still going on. There was no educational rationale for children to go to school in their pj's, bring their blankets or sleeping bags, and their stuffed animals.Let's just talk about what's "fun". There was a time when the good ol' boys would go out on a Saturday night and either terrorize, torture or tie a knot around a black man's neck and string him up in a tree - all in the name of "fun". And I'm sure they considered that a tradition, of sorts... That doesn't mean it was the right thing to do.
Some people get a real hoot out of setting fire to cats. That doesn't make it the right thing to do.
And fraternities love to torture pledges with drinking alcoholic beverages until they pass out or die from alcohol poisoning - and the frat brothers must think that is great fun - but that doesn't make it right.
I told Kenzie's teacher that the argument she gave me wasn't good enough for me to change my mind, but just for the sake of being fair, I thought I'd gut-check my thoughts on the whole situation with someone I trusted, just in case I was over-reacting.
I called Dr. Laura Schlessinger. She agreed with me on every one of my points concerning the matter. That's all I needed. Her opinions are based in logic, not feel good emotions, and her first priority is protecting children and doing what's right. So I trust her.
So, Kenzie is being kept out on "Pajama day".