Monday, September 12, 2011
I did not cry when I dropped my daughter off at preschool in 2008 . And today, as I dropped my son off, I did not cry. I thought about it. Not actually about doing it, but that maybe I should cry. Isn't that a loving mom should do?
I just don't feel sad or anxious for them. They were both well prepared to attend class and be away from me for two hours two days a week.
I was a bit sad last fall when my daughter started kindergarten. It was a huge step despite 2 years of preschool. She was no longer my little girl. She was now my school-age daughter. Sure, she was little, but she would no longer be as innocent as she had been. She would begin to grow-up quickly now.
A few months ago I worried how he would do on this new adventure. He was... well... I'd say socially awkward. He did not have a wide social circle. We did not do play dates, his baby sitter is his grandmother in her home, and when ever we did attend community play dates he would get frustrated easily. 2 weeks ago he had his orientation picnic. And holy cow, this child had a bubbly and social personality.
Two hours after dropping my son off today, I picked him up. His wonderful teacher told me that he had a great day. He was all smiles and chatty on our short drive home.
No tears from either of us.
Kindergarten is two short years away... who knows how I will do then. He is, after all, my last child.
Time to squeeze as much time in with him now.
Posted by Northern NY Mom at 7:54 AM
Thursday, September 1, 2011
I made this under the supervision of N8. Pretty darn cool huh? I posted previously that I found it at the Funky Lunch blog. Its certainly one of the more challenging of their creations. But well worth the 10 minutes.
I even ordered the book and it came today. *smile* N8 and I are both very excited about the creations to come. I think a spiral bound book would be better, but its just a personal thing.
I wish the company was not across the pond (aka the Atlantic Ocean) so that our school could take advantage of the kits offered. But I have been in touch with the author and he is considering our little school as a potential North American test site (or something along those lines).
What special things do you do at meals? What memories have you made with your kids this week?
Posted by Northern NY Mom at 6:47 AM
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Its no secret that I grew up in a very impoverished home. My mother did not not allow us to act poor however. I had manners. I dressed neatly. I crossed my legs at the ankle. I was even taught dinning etiquette.
As a young girl, those small things made me feel a little less poor. It was as if I was a refugee in my own life. Like I was a princess who had to flee her country when the bad guys took over and I had to keep hiding my identity.
In my 20's, post college, I was able to socialize with the crowd that had been brought up in a privileged home because I had those skills.
My children are growing up in a middle-class home. I will not raise children who lack class just because of the social class they were born into. My daughter will cross her legs at the ankle, my son will open doors for women, and they will know which fork is a salad fork and to bring a gift to the hostess.
Posted by Northern NY Mom at 8:22 AM