We’ve reached another fork in the road for my little family.
First, the old. School came to a close, and now the Little Kidlet is headed off to summer school/camp. The Oldest Kidlet just finished kindergarten, and will be a first grader next year. Where has the time gone?
I admit, I’ve been sad about the end of this school year- but it has nothing to do with feeling old.
OK has been fortunate to have a truly wonderful teacher. She’s smart, kind, patient, and encouraging. Always encouraging. Just the sort of person you want to introduce your child to their years in school.
The Oldest Kidlet is smart. But he’s impatient, stubborn and a perfectionist in the worst way possible. He strives to please everyone, and any mistake he makes he takes personally. She’s worked with him, and even when disciplining him she makes sure he knows that he’s a good kid.
After his promotion ceremony, parents were given the chance to sign their kids out early to take them home- OK insisted on staying with the few other students that didn’t want to go home. It made me smile. I’ve seen him get upset when he realized it was a minimum day, or that his vacation was longer than a weekend. I figured if one extra afternoon was enough to make up for how long the summer was.
There was an upside. Because there were only four kids in the class, none of which needed to be walked to the afterschool program, it meant that I could spend a little time to thank her for all that she’s done.
She gave him a long hug, and told me how much she’d miss his infectious enthusiasm. That she knew he would wow his next teacher. And I was honest. I told her that she’d set the bar extremely high, and I had my fingers crossed that in a year and a half the Little Kidlet wound up in her class.
The Little Kidlet is in a new preschool class, as I sort of mentioned. He moved up to a class that they think will prepare him for the class he’ll be in during the fall.
I have no idea what this summer will be like. I have the Oldest Kidlet to entertain and engage during the mornings. I know already that it means that I need to switch around how I get my writing done.
I’m trying not to worry about the uncertainty ahead. Whether or not the new teacher for LK will be as good about his allergies as his last teacher was. Whether or not OK’s first grade teacher will be as amazing. Guess I can just make the most out of each day.