So my big guy is getting acclimated to kindergarten. Anne and I love comparing notes as her kindergartener is in the same class with Ty and they have unique perspectives. Between the two, we have a pretty good idea how the class is operated. The teacher has her hands full but is running a smooth operation. Ty and one of his new friends have a secret handshake. Ty's taught it to anyone and everyone; the concept of secret still aloof.
He's writing all his friend's names in a
notebook using both capital and lower case letters; a concept he refused
for me. He not only knows how to spell their names, he knows what bus
route most of the kids in the class take. He is very aware of all that
is going on around him at school.
I slipped a love note
into his lunch box this week. He got of the bus that afternoon still
clutching it in his sweaty little hand. He held it out to me and asked
me to read it. I did and reminded him he already knew those words. He
then told me Isaiah said he could read it but wouldn't say what it said.
So the teacher has both the color code
behavior system and also a secondary system to help keep track of rules.
The second system contains bubbles. If they keep the majority of their
bubbles, they earn a piece of gum at the end of the week. These are for
minor offenses because there are two little boys in the class screaming
at the teacher so moving colors is reserved for these bigger offenses.
Ty and his new buddies didn't know the teacher was talking and continued
their discussion so all three boys lost one bubble. "It was the worst
day ever". We have assured him there is a big difference between a
mistake and willfully breaking the rule. He lost a bubble and learned
something. He will be okay and we love him no matter how many bubbles or
color changes he receives at school. We are raising children who live in
fear of breaking rules at school so the color system stresses them out.
The kids yelling at the teacher don't care about the color system. Why
do they insist upon a color system?
I sit on my swing as
the kids board the bus each morning. I am usually on the swing when they
get off too. Ty has asked me to wait on the bus until it swings back by
each morning because his side of the bus looks out to our side of the
street as it passes. We wave at each other until he is out of sight every
morning. How many years do you think he will want this? Kate already
doesn't wave. I was thinking about that Friday morning when I went in to
tidy up their room and discovered Ty's blanket still folded at the
bottom of his bed. It had been there the last three mornings. He isn't
sleeping with it much anymore. I busted into our bedroom, startling Greg
with a weepy explanation. He was bewildered, as usual.
came home from school Friday with nastiest cold sore outbreak he's had
in years. I was prepared for one within the first few weeks of school
due to stress and germs but I didn't think it would be this bad because I
had been using Lysine in his water for a few weeks prior to school to
boost his immunity. He felt awful and grabbed his blanket to watch a
movie with me Friday night. Greg grinned and nodded in my direction. Ty
is still my baby. And maybe Greg's wife will settle down already.