It’s early, but it’s safe to say that we are going to survive kindergarten.
We handed in the homework, attended the teacher conferences, and consoled the lunchroom tears. We mastered the drop-off and pick-up schedule, clipped more Box Tops than we ever imagined and laughed our way through the Christmas program.
We weathered a new set of germs that took down our entire family–twice. We adapted to a whole new set of rules and regulations, and we watched Simone’s love of learning blossom. She declared one day, in no uncertain terms, that she was no longer a kindergartner. She was a “pre-first-grader.” She had no way of knowing, in those few moments, we all came a little closer to that day when we’re going to send her somewhere to learn without us. Her growth also proves that we, her parents, are getting older by the second.
There really isn’t much time to dwell on those points. We have 10 weeks of free time that must be filled with something. We don’t want Simone to lose any academic ground. At the same time, we want her to have fun. With kindergarten in our rearview mirror, we’re tackling more tough questions. Should Simone go to a half day of school or a full day of camp? Or should we try something new?
Before I was a parent, I heard stories of mothers and fathers registering their kids in programs all over town to hold a spot until they could figure out which ones they’d get into or which ones were right for their children. I remember thinking that they were all a little crazy. After all, I spent many of my summers playing double dutch. So, I am a little surprised to be fighting this urge to do what those other parents did, making sure, in their own way, that their child didn’t miss out on anything. Well, my pocketbook is helping me fight the urge, but that’s another story altogether. I know we will figure it out. It’s not like we have much of a choice.
Tell me, how has this decision played out at your house?