Sophia’s experience with formal public education has begun! She started Junior Kindergarten a couple of weeks ago. The first day was full of anxiety, jitters, sweaty palms, and furtive glances into the scared eyes of all those around. For me. And the other parents. Sophia was fine. Gave me a kiss and a hug (for my benefit, no doubt), and filed off after the other children, neatly in a line. All day I stared at my cell phone, as though temporary deafness would overcome me if I looked away, and I would miss a call from the school to inform me of disaster, disease, and epidemic. Sounds melodramatic, eh? For someone who prides herself on facing challenges with calmness and control, I certainly felt a bit jumpy and ‘different’ that first day.
Each day Sophia comes home with a smile on her face. When I ask her what happened that day, the responses are vague and exactly what I might expect from my four-going-on-fourteen daughter. Through sheer parental genius, I slowly gleam nuggets of information from her throughout the day. Before bedtime we like to write stories together. Sophia narrates and I write, then we read it together. I prompt her to tell me about school, and I often get a small glimpse into her day. One thing I’ve noticed: several kids in her class know her by name, but she only knows 2 kids by name. I hope this is because she’s bubbly and fun. Not because the teacher is always addressing her by name to get her attention. Being all too aware that Sophia is often operating in her own world, I think the latter might be more true. Regardless, they all refer to her as their ‘friend Sophia’. That makes me happy.
Today I had to make my first tough school decision. Sophia has been a bit stuffed up and has started coughing more in the past couple of days. Typically I just start doing 4 rounds of chest therapy until her cough stops. Because there are only so many hours in the day, she can only really get 3 rounds in if she goes to school for a full day. The tough decision: do I take her out for the full day, part of the day, or not at all? This morning I suggested to Sophia that I’d probably pick her up at her second snack break. Her response: “Not at nutrition break. That’s my favourite part of the day! I love eating snacks at the table and then playing with my friends.” So I decided to compromise. I showed up near the end of her second break and brought her home. She didn’t seem to mind at all. Yes, she’s an awesome kid, who just made her momma’s tough decision an easy one.
September 28, 2013 at 2:00 am
The Road Not Taken
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
– Robert Frost (1874-1963)