"Are you proud of me mum" were the words that came out of a newly turned 6 year old on the way to his last day of Kindy. How on earth are we at this day already? A lump builds in my throat and my eyes fill with tears. "You have made us so proud it makes my heart want to explode." He knows what I mean and a smile stretches from one ear to the other.
Leaving him to meet his new teacher on his first orientation day I went through two takeaway coffees waiting for the two hours to be over. Jack to me is the most awesome kid in the world and most of my friends would agree but he was up against 19 others. Was this teacher going to see what we see? I had already drilled, bribed and threatened him on all counts of toy taking if he didn't use his manners and misbehaved. As I walked towards his building, there he was outside with the teacher laughing as he sprinted up and down the path showing her how fast he could run. He was going to be fine!
As you follow my blog you will see a lot of the teacher side of me. I have a Bachelor in Early Childhood and taught across most ages in two different countries. One rule I stand by is to not teach my kids until they go to school. They only get 5 years to play and the rest of their life is school, work and responsibility. (Stay tuned for an up and coming blog about preparing children for school in Jan).
Whether friends judged or not on what Jack could or couldn't do, I couldn't have cared less. As Jack prepared to go to school this time last year he counted to thirty missing a few numbers, could only just write his name but thought his name started with the number 38 (yes that is right) and couldn't draw a picture to save his life let alone sit at a table long enough. Ask him to colour something in and he would fall to the floor in a dramatic crying mess. HOWEVER he could make a bunch of friends in less than 10 minutes, share his toys happily, hold conversations with adults, use manners and lose a game of something (which took a bit more work). He was confident, fun and social so I knew the rest would follow... and it certainly did. He nailed Kindy!
This year has been the biggest change for us. School drop off and pick ups are exhausting in themselves and the short time in between when you have a kid that still sleeps, leaves you with not much of a life. New friendships with mums and between the kids, after school and weekend sports, activities and watching my son grow into a big kid that could read, write a sentence, add and take some numbers and create using his quirky yet brilliant imagination, made for one adventurous year.
To all you school mums out there, I congratulate you on getting through the year alive and still kicking and wish you the happiest of holidays. Enjoy your sleep ins to 6:30am, pj days, beach swims, play dates and the endless activities to keep your kids from boredom xx