Amani will be going to 4th grade come September. I am very proud of her accomplishment because 3rd grade was her first year having to take the state exams for reading and math. I knew she had some areas she struggled in and I just prayed everything would work out. And it did. Not only will she be going to 4th grade,she got this as a memento of the third grade:
Most Likely to Excel in Life
Not to mention the two medals she won on Field Day. How could I not be proud?
When I was in 4th grade, I had a strict teacher,Mrs.Rios. I remember she wore this monochromatic pink lipstick that would slide into the corners of her mouth. She had a thick Spanish accent and even thicker black hair. She always had this uninterested scowl on her face but she knew everything that went on in class 401. I was a good student but my Math suffered and it made me hate Math. I would always let my mind wander during our multiplication drills and I paid for it by having to write the table 1-12 twenty five times each.
I also kept a juny desk in fourth grade. Every week, Mrs.Rios made me clean out all the junk in front of the entire class. It embarrassed me the first couple of times,which was probably the intent, but then it just became routine. She eventually gave up and let me clean out my desk in my normal spot. She wasn’t my favorite teacher because she tried to break my hard headed nature. Even now, I still resent her. Here’s to Amani having a better experience!
Today was Bubba’s first day of school (1st grade to be exact). I was so emotional while walking her to school. Every time I looked at her, tears threatened to fall. She sensed it,I think, and kept telling me she loved me. She is getting so big and sometimes I really miss my little baby girl. When I got her to school, I wanted to just throw her over my shoulder and go back home. But I toughed it out for her sake.
Bubba’s teacher is Mrs. Jean-Charles and she seems nice. She is also very young. I asked Bubba if she was nice and she said yes. I know one of her classmates, Trinity D. I have to admit,I compared Bubba to the other kids as far as looks go bit of course she’s the cutest thing in the world.
Mrs. Jean-Charles sent Bubba’s homework for the week home. I was excited to do homework with Bubba. Her first assignment was to practice writing her heading. It was very hard to get her to write on one line at a time and space her words evenly. It’s going to take plenty of practice because Bubba is not used to writing in a uniform way. She was frustrated with herself and me for repeating instructions and erasing her work. I’m not as patient as I thought and I admit to comparing Bubba to me when I was in 1st grade.
I signed up to be a PTA volunteer and I can’t wait to flex my creative muscles. I want to be SUPER involved in Bubba’s education because not enough parents are, especially young parents. I want to smash the belief that young parents only care about partying.
This one day of school has me so tired but I can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow and for the rest of my life. Her bedtime routine was a breeze and she was asleep by 9:30. I can’t believe I am the mother of a first grader. Where did the time go and what’s next?
With all the sadness & grief floating around my house right now,I forgot to update you all on my one bright spot:Bubba!
When September came,I registered Bubba for 1st grade. The secretary who registered her was surprised that I wasn’t her in kindergarten being that she didn’t attend it the previous school year. I was certain that she could handle 1st grade because she’s…well…MY baby. In my head, it stood to reason she would do fine carrying my smart genes. Yeah,that didn’t quite work out. I have to admit she struggled with homework but I just figured she needed a chance to get used to the routine. Plus, my mom had passed away three days after school started and with planning her funeral,Bubba was in and out of school for a few weeks.
But then things seemed to straighten themselves out. I got a letter from Bubba’s school saying her current class was too large and some of the children were struggling. A new class would be formed,made of both kindergarteners and first graders. I didn’t like the idea at first but it was going to happen anyway. Bubba was put into the kindergarten half of this new class& given a new teacher. At first, I was offended. How dare that school try to say my baby can’t handle 1st grade? *pounds chest like King Kong* Whew…lemme calm down.
The Lord whispered in my ear to sit down and shutup,so I did. And what happened next was wonderful. Bubba’s homework became so much easier because it was on the level she could handle instead of the one I thought she should be on. There were less fights during homework time. She really likes her teacher,Mrs.S,and hugs her at pickup time. She’s made friends(and one hater)and has stopped crying during drop off. I can now say she’s a happy student.
I’m glad that I listened to God’s voice. Yes, I have standards for Amani’s education but I have lowered them a bit because that’s just not where she is. I am very proud of her progress. I always say she is a smart child and I have to trust in that. If I doubt her,she’ll doubt herself.
Her school also offers a website for their students. It’s a review of what they’re learning at school and offers the parents a chance to play teacher at home. I love that because I plan on being hands on the entire school year. It started off rocky but I expect to finish strong!