I’ve been thinking about how I would write this blog post for a while. I’m not one to write blog ‘drafts’ out ahead of time, but I do tend to draft them in my head – in the shower, driving to work, washing dishes … a sentence here, an idea there, a ‘must have’ photo idea there. Sparks fly around my head and I try like hell to make sure the ideas stay put and don’t flutter out the window. This whole ‘starting Kindergarten’ post though has been difficult.
The difficulty sets in because I’m not really sure how I feel about it – it all seems very de-ja-vu to me, and to the Mouse as well. All of his friends and relatives ask him excitedly, ‘are you super excited for Kindergarten, Mouse?’ and he smiles and nods, but really, I know he’s thinking, ‘been there, done that’.
And he kinda has – this year’s classroom is directly across the hall from his last years classroom – where he learned so much. I will ever be grateful that luck was with him and we were able to get through the lottery system so he could be apart of the CKPK Program last year. The kid is reading easy readers by himself, he’s writing out sentences. He’s doing math and counting by 5s and 2s. A few weeks ago he told me, ‘mommy, 3 groups of 5 Legos makes 15!’ [early multiplication???] He’s going in to Kinder MORE than prepared – and I’m so absolutely proud of him. Check out the card he made for his new teacher:
We dropped the Froggy off at daycare this morning, and then the Husband and I walked the Mouse to school. Two blocks down the road, across the parking lot, and into his new classroom. He was super excited about his new Angry Birds Space backpack. He wanted to give the parking lot director a hug hello. He wanted to point out who the principal is to us. He wanted to find his desk and get down to business.
I think it’s going to be a great year – his teacher seems very nice, and she’s been with the school for a while. He’s eager to learn, and ready to get back into a routine. I can’t wait to see and hear about the new ideas and pieces of knowledge he comes home with.
But while all of this is very sweet – I would mostly like to raise my glass and give a toast to the fact that I will NEVER HAVE TO PAY FOR FULL-TIME DAYCARE FOR HIM AGAIN.
I love you, little Mouse. Now, off you go to grow.