Showing posts with label pre-schooled. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pre-schooled. Show all posts

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Back to School

I have friends who have cried on their kid’s first day of pre-school. I’ve heard of teachers that hand out individual tissue packs for the parents to catch the tears on the big day. I didn’t cry on the first day of school. I cried on the last day.

Before Bob started his first full year at a sweet co-op, we enrolled him in a fancy pants pre-school for a short summer session to work out a few tiny separation anxiety issues. The school is beautiful; a small compound that resembles a Craftsman neighborhood. The orientation video had me welling up during the montage of photos of happy multi-cultural children basking in the amazing student/teacher ratio, all set to Louis Armstrong’s Wonderful World. The bill for six weeks at that shining school had me crying even more. We never harbored any fantasies that we would send him there for any longer than a month and a half only because in order to afford a full term we would have to move into a van.

The teacher in charge of Bob’s class was a tall African-American man named Mr. Eric. I referred to Mr. Eric as the tantrum-tamer. He was a quiet guy with an amazing ability to calm a crying child simply by scooping them up into his arms.  He guided the children seamlessly through art and water-play. He taught them table manners and sang A Ram Sam Sam at circle time. Mr. Eric had two lovely assistant teachers who helped with the home-made clay and free-play with the endless supply of age-appropriate wooden toys.

Bob loved it. I loved it more. I had the suspicion that if we could just drop our son off at three-years of age and pick him up fifteen years later, these wise and gentle folk would do a much better job of raising him than we ever could. On the last day of school, I surprised myself and cried. I cried a big hiccupy, snot-string cry. It was our introduction to Bob's school years and it had ended. We moved on to other swell schools and other wonderful teachers and I've held it together. So far.

Next week, Bob starts kindergarten. After a long-ish summer of all Bob, all the time, I am looking forward to a little three hour and twenty-five minute break everyday. Of course, I will miss him. This year school feels like it’s starting too soon and at the same time not soon enough. I don’t anticipate crying though, but I never do.


Friday, May 18, 2012

Open House Night


"Dad, for Open House at school the teachers are decorating the whole classroom with our good art and then we get to go to school at night and see our friends when it's almost dark out and you guys can see the alphabet art book I did and the really good story book I wrote and my seeds. The seeds I planted are growing super fast, actually and you can see them. I will show them to you."

Monday, May 7, 2012

The smallest one was Madeline...


"Boys and girls, today Bob's mom has come to school this morning to read a book to the class. Let's say good morning to Bob's mom."

"Hi, Bob's mom."

"Good Morning everyone. Today I'm going to read one of Bob's favorite books, "Madeline." Madeline is a little girl who lives in a city called Paris in a country called France. Has anyone here been to France? And Bob's raising his hand, yes Bob?"

"You guys I've been to France but I was a tiny baby and it was a really long airplane trip and I was awake the entire time, like twelve hours. Right, Mom?"

"Very, very right, Bob."

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Drill


"Hey, Mom! Guess what! We had a fire drill at school today!"

"How was that?"

"It was great. There was this big sound and it sounded like WAAH WAAH WAAH!"

"That must have been the fire alarm."

"Yeah. It went WAAH WAAH WAAH!"

"That sure is loud."

"WAAH WAAH WAAH!"

"Okay, Bob."

"WAAH WAAH WAAH!"

"Got it."

"WAAH WAAH WAAH!"

Friday, February 11, 2011

Overheard at the Pre-School Coloring Table

photo from here

This morning I was a class-parent at Bob's pre-school. I worked at the coloring table. This is what I heard...

Sammy: I'm going to color my paper with rainbows. I love rainbows. They're the promise of God.

Becca: My parents told me there is no God.

David: Yes there is.

Sammy: I believe in God.

Becca: I believe my parents.

David: There is a God. He looks like oxygen and he made all of us, Becca. Even your parents.