Thursday, August 25, 2005

School

Yesterday was The Boy's first day of Kindergarten. I'm still not entirely sure if it was good or bad. I think The Boy and I are still processing everything.

This week has been a crazy one here. Justin has been in Elvis-ville at a trial since Saturday. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law came to visit. The Middle Girl chose to regress in her toilet skills one day and other things just seemed to crop up right and left.

But back to yesterday -- as crafty and artsy as I may like to pretend to be, the craft award for yesterday goes to my aunt. Few of you may be aware that there is a German tradition that when a child starts school they get a cone (scroll to the article a "History of Schultüten") filled with school supplies and goodies. My ethnic background is mostly German and my aunt lived in Germany for almost thirty years. She picked up a lot of traditions living there including sending children a school cone when they start Kindergarten. My brothers and I got cones when we went to school -- I still have mine up in the attic. Now my aunt is starting on the next generation. She made The Boy a big cone and two small ones for his sisters.

The Boy didn't need many school supplies, because of the nature of a Waldorf Kindergarten, but we filled it with things he loves like paints, paper, stickers and I threw in a wooden pop gun rifle, just because it would appall the people at his school. Not that they'll know about it, but it pleased me none-the-less. I got The Middle Girl a little wooden ray gun for her cone. She'll have to wait until she starts Kindergarten to get a big gun.

Opening the cones was fun for the kids and started the morning nicely, but it meant we didn't have a lot of time to eat and straighten up the house. Because my husband is out of town, people from church have offered to help a lot. One of the elder's wives came over yesterday morning and watched the girls so I could take The Boy to school -- just the two of us.

The Boy and I went off to the opening ceremony for the school, where the teachers and the curriculum for the year are introduced and where all the first graders get a rose for passing from the young child program to the grades.

Parents then walked their kids down the hall to the Kindergarten, where the teacher met us at the door, took the kids in and closed the parents out. And that was that. I had expected a chance to give hugs, take pictures and all. The Boy was fine without me, but I had a little separation anxiety.

When the girls and I came back a few hours later to pick him up, he didn't say much. With some questioning on my part, it came out that he wasn't too happy. They had to play quietly, not converse during snack time and he has to share a bench with a girl he doesn't like very much. I'm not sure how all this will play out in the end and I hope he starts to like it better. If I'm going to send him to school, I want it to be a place he loves.

Maybe today will be better.

6 comments:

MarcV said...

Aaah, he'll be OK. From what I can tell The Boy seems to be very intelligent, and he should be able to adapt and survive without much problem.
Let him like school, let home be a place he loves. Did you get a little misty-eyed before, during and/or after the drop-off at the classroom door?

angie said...

Lots of adjustment, this kindergarten thing. Especially if he doesn't like the girl he has to share a bench with! But I'm sure he'll adapt and do really super. Susanna is still a little unsure about kindergarten, but she is adjusting and doing better. Apparently, being 5/going to kindergarten is a lot more difficult than I remember!!!

Meredith said...

I know just how you feel :)

Lenise said...

The only day of kindergarten I remember was the day I brought my favorite squishy pink bunny eraser for show-and-tell and accidentally dropped it out the window of the school bus (I can't imagine why I was hanging such a prized possession out the window... Kids!) and showed up at Mrs. Lamb's class traumatized and weeping. I'm sure it only stands out because it was a bad day of devastating proportions in an otherwise pleasant kindergarten experience.

skinnydan said...

Could be worse, Lenise. The kindergarten day that stands out in my mind is the time I got into a fight with a friend (I think he broke something of mine) and I gave him a bloody nose.
On the positive side, it's still a joke among that particular group of friends. I talked to him last year at one point and he said "Man. We still talk about the bloody nose thing, and now my kid is in kindergarten."
Ah, memories of the hazy days of childhood.

RP said...

I sympathize. When I took my daughter to her first day of pre-school, she was fine and I had sep. anxiety! I even spoke to the social worker who was there for the kids!

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