Kindergarten

On August 23rd Sarah went off to kindergarten. She was quite proud to be a "big" girl, even though she was dwarfed by her Hello Kitty backpack and the 5th graders in the hall. Kindergartners are oblivious to these things. She had a great week, only breaking down one night at bedtime. In a crying, wailing fit she screamed, "I'm never going back to school because I hate art!" That is a lie, because she loves to make art. To diffuse the situation, I said to her, "Then don't do art. Just sit there while all your friends do their art." She gave me a strange look, let out a final scream, then immediately fell asleep. (According to her teacher, she did art the next day.)

I asked the teacher to monitor her speech and see if she thought Sarah needed to be re-checked this year. After a few days Mrs. S said that Sarah would not qualify speech. Mrs. S also went on to say she has to shush Sarah in class because she talks a lot. This was incredible news, because up until her 4th birthday, many people didn't even know Sarah could talk. I do feel bad, though, because I was once a teacher with too many Chatty Cathys in class. Lord help me if all my kids' report cards say, "Talks too much in class." It would be a cruel irony.

With Sarah at school, I am left to spend my days with my house keeper....


And, a hunk of burning love.

It's hard. But, somehow I'll survive.