Well… we are well into first grade and so far so good. We had our first parent/teacher conference this week and you received glowing comments from your teacher, Ms. Swiatek. Phew. A sigh of relief. But, it got me thinking about kindergarten and the year we had.
We survived. You survived. Better yet, you survived us.
Kindergarten. It’s a milestone like no other: that moment when you watch your child head off to kindergarten all by themselves. The experience produces so much emotion in moms and dads that we’re often not sure how to react. Should we cry? Collapse? Celebrate? Panic? Run to the nearest liquor store?
We started our journey with kindergarten camp, where I learned the following:
- You will be just fine.
- Me? Overwhelmed and scared shitless.
- The threat of lice is real and it freaks me the “F” out.
- I refuse to let the PTA make me feel guilty if I can’t volunteer for everything.
- I want to volunteer for everything.
And then the big day came. No tears were shed – Mom, Dad or you. You walked right into school like a champ. Proud Mommy moment. However, Walt and I soon learned kindergarten is not the same as it was when we were in school. No naps. No popsicle stick crafts. No play-doh. Kindergarten is a BIG deal – the changes are big and the rules are even bigger. You were are expected to already know how to read, do math, write and you had homework EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. You were even graded on your behavior. Say WHAT?! Needless to say, we were all a little unprepared.
I’d be lying if I told you the first six months weren’t a little rough, but we all managed to get through the potty woes, the half-eaten lunches, the never ending germs and the fatigue-fueled meltdowns. Mommy and Daddy are so proud of you Lucas and the young boy you are becoming!