When did my little boy become a kindergarten? Well, he did. Here is your proof.
He is doing well. I am not going to lie and say it was amazing. But I am not doing to be pessimistic and say it was awful. Curious J liked school this week. The first day was a shock with regard to the length. He told us at pickup, "I thought you guys were killed." But with a little explanation that that was what to expect each day, and that we would pick him up everyday at the same time, he felt better. We got him a watch, so he can understand a little bit more of how the day works. (You know, a five-year-old understanding.)
There have been some tears, but from what it sounds like, his teacher has done a fabulous job getting him back on track. Each day, he has come out of school a little bit better. When he talks of the moments of sadness, he does not dwell. And he talks about how much he likes his teacher. (She talks gentler than even DAD.) And from reports (from a reliable source), he was smiling and eating at lunch.
Today he said he was the only kid that needed help on something, and so that something was what we worked on at home during our homework time. That's right people, our kid is not perfect. And I don't want him to be. I like that he has do work for some things. It's a good life skill. And I like helping him learn.
So that is school. We ended the week going to our community corn festival. I've mentioned before that this time of year makes me think about the baby we lost. But I am happy to say that, even though the baby will never be forgotten, I found I was no longer sad. I found that I had replaced memories of sadness, with memories of joy.
