The past couple of weeks, I’ve been able to help out in Marco’s kindergarten class. His class has 31 kids and 20 of them are boys. That teacher sure has her hands full! I wasn’t able to go in until recently when Sylvia started preschool. (I will write about that in a minute). The work they have kindergartners doing nowadays is pretty advanced. I was helping them correct their math packets the other day. They turn them in when they are done and then get a new packet. Some kids are careful about doing their work completely and neatly. Others do it as fast as they can just to finish and get a lot of problems wrong. Marco still hasn’t turned in his packet because he’s a perfectionist! Who’d have though my kid would be a perfectionist? I’m definitely not one! His teacher held up a page he colored so intricately and elaborately to show the class how great it was and to praise him. He beamed from ear to ear. Then they do writing. They have to draw a picture to go with their sentence I like _______ because _________. Marco did his so neatly and spelled every word correctly, that he didn’t finish. But, I knew which paper was his-the neatest and prettiest of them all. That’s my boy!
Sylvia is doing well in school. Julio takes her in the morning when he drops off the other kids. He reads her a story and then he leaves for work. She cried the first two weeks when he left, but this week-no tears! She has a visual schedule she checks so she knows what to expect each day. She has her own teacher’s aide that helps her out. She eats breakfast, brushes her teeth, does circle time, plays outside, does crafts and letters/numbers, eats lunch and then rides the school bus home. She always has a huge smile on her face when the bus pulls up in front of our house and the first thing she says when she gets off the bus is, “Mommy, I’m home!” and gives me a big hug. As soon as she walks in the door, she wants to turn on the tv, but I make her use the potty and then tell me about school before she can watch it. I really have to pry any information out of her, but she gives me little snippets of her day. She’s making friends and following the schedule. She also attends speech once a week. She’s eating much better at home now and she’s able to deal with her anxiety better too. I’m so glad she’s liking school.
