I went to Kever Rochel the other day. It was an interesting experience.
I was having a difficult time relating to the whole “Mama Rochel” thing, when I can just go “Tatte” at the Kosel.
And then I got it.
Me by the Kosel, is a student talking to a teacher.
Mama Rochel is a mother talking to the teacher by PTA.
When a student talks to a teacher, s/he humbles herself, flatters the teacher, asks in the nicest of ways, begs, pleads, and the teacher nods and listens and appreciates the student having the guts to approach her directly, and will definitely consider what the student asked, explained and said, but when it comes down to it, the teacher will do what s/he thinks is best.
Before we get to PTA, there’s the pre-PTA where the child tells the mother all the issues and gripes s/he has with the teacher.
“Tell her not to pick on me.”
“Her tests are so hard.”
“She doesn’t even know my name!”
Then comes PTA.
There is no greater advocate for a child than his/her mother.
“She’s really smart and creative, you have to give her a chance.”
“Call on her when she raises her hand.”
“She needs a modified test.”
“I think a different approach is necessary.”
“My child doesn’t think you like him/her.”
“You give to much homework.”
“My child really tries, I know you don’t see the effort in the results, you should see her work.”
“My child doesn’t think you even know her name.”
And when it comes to parents’ comments, teachers generally listen, because they know the parent will have no problem calling them again and putting them in their place.
So, yeah, I get the Mama Rochel thing now.