This year, I'm not on my own on my drive to school. I can't believe my first baby is a big Kindergartener. Her first day wasn't a day of tears (at least for some of us... ahem... daddy). No, for me it was a day I've looked forward to for the last five years. She was with me almost my entire first year here at Rivercrest and I'm so glad it's finally hers (this time outside the womb).
She LOVES it, of course.
We took one last picture in my classroom before we walked her to class. She's a sucker for structure and learning. Monday night, she had homework. She was SO excited about it. We just had to go over some letters and her lunch number and she had a worksheet with dotted shapes on it that she had to trace and practice to draw. I let her trace the shapes with glitter glue (hey- she's the art teacher's kid!). Then we studied her letters.
It's a key ring with a bunch of strips of paper. On each strip is a capital letter. When she recognizes all of those, the teacher gives us a set of lower case. Then will be combinations and eventually words.
She wanted to do them over and over and over... after dinner... after bath... before bed... The next morning I woke up and opened my bedroom door. Usually, General is asleep there. That morning Iwa was sitting in front of him with the key ring and her lunch number, drilling him on both.
I have always loved school. I think my kids will too.
