Day one: done


Now there will never be another first day of Kindergarten. There may never be another first day of school to match this one.

Brief highlights: Mama did indeed bust out with the waterworks, but only after the girlie filed into the building. School staff were positioned at the door to nab the unrepentant hangers-on. Meaning the parents hanging onto the kids.

The first three days at our school (“our school!” yow!) they do “Balanced Beginnings,” in which the incoming Kindergartneners, grouped into three clumps of around 20, are observed by each of the three Kindergarten teachers and the principal. Then they’re sorted into classes that balance for all the sorts of things that make up a rich, varied, balanced class. For these first three days, our gal is in the green group.

She reported a technical malfunction with one of her lunchbox items, which malfunction — and the inability of the girlie to successfully summon her teacher — resulted in some crying and a brief stint of quiet time with the teacher as she did some lunchtime work in a classroom. Girlie read to herself. Pretty much the best thing she could have spent her lunch doing.

“It was good,” she told me about the crying, pretty much to my complete shock. “It was good for me to have the chance to cry in front of other people besides you and Mama and my brother.”

Other than this wrinkle (and there must be wrinkles): good times.  For over an hour at home she entertained questions from us regarding the specifics. Activities, songs, such-like.

Her favorite thing about the first day, according to her? That there’s a girlie in her group who’s got two mamas. We met them at our Kindergarten Lemonade Social on Sunday. One kid in the incoming group of 60 or so who has same-sex parents, but heaven help us that kid is in our girlie’s introductory “Balanced Beginings” group.

“Did you talk to her much today, sweetie?” I ask.

“Not really. I just like knowing she’s there.” says she.

Me too.

9 thoughts on “Day one: done”

    • Thanks you all.

      Yeah, we had several hours of coasting on the high. Then the cousins from downstairs came up and everyone raced around on their collective highs. Then came the inevitable fall, then (fortunately) sushi and agadashi tofu and edamame.

      She recorded a fresh answering machine message which included the update “I had a good day at Kindergarten today, I hope you had the same as well.”

      So I echo her sentiments about your Z and everyone else’s intrepid educational adventurers.

  1. I may have asked this before but still: was she homeschooled until now or was there simply no school? I don’t get it.
    Our tot, who is the same age, has been in school for the last three years and although we had a wobbly start Tuesday, I had to basically drag her out of school yesterday lunch (Wed = half day). That’s how much she adores it. She would rather be at school all day than spend half a day with her parents.
    And more importantly: I have a tot on hand who wants to learn how to read. But the bilingual nature of our family is complicating matters. Can you recommend any techniques, besides the linking of letters? I know how to do it in Dutch (seeing as this was the only way I was formally taught), but just remember all of a sudden *knowing* that I could read in English.

    • Ah! As to bilingual reading challenges: I will consult my sis, whose kids learned Norwegian and English simultaneously. From what I understand, you’re right that learning to read can pose a greater challenge for bilingual kiddles than for monolingual ones. At the outset. Then later, of course: watch out!

      As to the years in school, etc.: she was in “preschool” for a few days a week as of when she was 3, so she had two years of mostly playing nearby other kids in a social environment. No official “instruction” in reading, per se, but lots of books near to had for the curious to peruse. All along in the background we’ve probably been “homeschooling” while not being too aware of it. But with the reading, not very directly. My sister gave us some of the “learn to read” books she had for her sons– those little square books that come in a little cardboard box. We got some other such hand-me-down “learn to read” books from the downstairs cousins. Our girlie sopped them up, all the while “pretending” to read. Every so often we’d read them aloud along with her, so she could see what the letters meant. I never knew how it was sinking in, but evidently it did. It’s all pretty much of a mystery to me, the human mind.

  2. Excellent! Sounds like a great start. The trappings of confident independence are always so amazing to me — lunchbox workings and girls we “just know” are there. So much to learn from your little one!

    I’m with Beloved, though, I’ve already started the waterworks and my first doesn’t start until NEXT August.

    • True to her little trooper form, this morning when we gave her the choice of trying again with the recalcitrant thermos top or going with another beverage container, she opted to climb up on the horse again, as it were. We practiced a bit more and then came up with a workable solution (enlist chum to hold the bottom, if she can’t muster it on her own).

      As for next August. Oh, eyejunkie, is all I can say.

  3. Sheesh. Something about that caused ME to almost tear up! I am glad you’re documenting what she’s saying because it’s awfully profund and she’ll love having that recorded when she’s older.

    She’s going to rock school…I can’t think of a better little future scholar!

    • Thank you, SJnky! I do think kids are filled with mass quantities of insight — about the world around them, and about themselves — we have only to listen carefully, maybe figure out their language first, and so on. I do count myself very fortunate to be able to be taking this time to really pay attention.

      As to school: I do think the scholar thing would suit her little Virgo self quite nicely. She could do worse. 😉 And if what she really wants to do is tour the country as a traveling performance artist/hobo, that’s gonna have to be okay, too. So long as she sends us regular post cards.

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