My Life, My Children

My daughter started kindergarten this past week. She is my eldest child and the first one to attend public school. I considered home schooling but decided I couldn’t make a good decision about our public school system without seeing first had. All she cared about was riding the bus, and so she did. She loved it. Her first day she arrived at home and I tried asking her all kinds of questions about her day and all she wanted to know was how soon could she go back to school.

I have to admit I was a bit upset after our kindergarten orientation. I had certain expectations in my mind about how it would look and feel. We walked into a classroom being lead by a young man. I expected a plump middle aged woman, maybe a grandmother. You know, someone to nurture and cuddle with my daughter. Because my daughter is very touchy feely. She needs personal contact to keep her going. I don’t even want to discuss this with a male teacher. After I had a few days for it to sink in and my daughter doesn’t seem phased, I am OK with the situation.  Not that I can do much about it.

So, on we go. Every other day for a full day of class and then a half day on Friday.  She made a friend her first day who also rode her bus. The second day I asked her to find out the girls name because when I asked her what the girl’s name was, she said “she didn’t tell me!” After the second day, she still didn’t know the girl’s name but she made another friend with curly blond hair. If she is anything like me, I will never know these little girl’s names.

We head into our second week of school. Who knows what it will bring!