I'm not sure how often I am going to be able to post this school year, but hopefully I can keep trying.
Life goes faster and faster. The Dude is starting Kindergarten today. We met with his teacher for the testing last week, the same teacher Aquaman had for Tk1 and we loved her. She is such an amazing mixture of gentle and understanding while also giving them the push for independence that they need.
The Dude wowed her with his sight words and his counting and his addition abilities, though he will be lucky if he can remember where to put his lunch in the morning. Because that's just who he is, and I love him for it.
He will probably make a friend and get distracted and get into trouble, but he will also probably love joining in the recess crowds and using his new scissors and he'll probably even love the "learning" part. The Dude just loves life. You can definitely get him down, and he will definitely let you know about it. But he never stays that way for long.
He doesn't seem at all nervous. He is annoyed that his free time to tie things into knots and deal monopoly money and snorkel in the pool and will be interrupted, but he'll be fine. He's a wild nonstop mover and the one of our children who reminds me the most of JT so he may well have his struggles in school, but he is very bright and he plenty social, and for now I think he is going to be just fine.
I can already tell that Aquaman is going to have a better year too. It is only 3 days in, but he hasn't changed yet. He comes home happy and relaxed and has not had any melt downs whatsoever. He got last year's teacher of the year this year and it is obvious that she deserves it. She is warm and perceptive and she cares about the children in her class, and Aquaman picked that up right away.
It is too bad that the first child has to be the guinea pig. Hindsight is clearer. One of the first things I should have done last year when he started showing such distress was demand a different teacher for him. Looking back, it is obvious that the male teacher whom I thought would be so understanding of little boys, instead preferred academic little girls. I didn't want to jump to the conclusion that it was anyone's fault, but I should not have let him stay in fight or flight mode for 6 months of his life. That was too long for a 7 year old.
Aquaman is a high needs person, and I feel quite certain that we'll have our difficulties this year and in the years to come, but I feel a huge load off my shoulders with how well this first week has gone. His teacher won him over by telling the class that they would not have much homework and that she would not tolerate bullies. She also made a specific effort, because of the concerns I expressed, to place Aquaman next to another quiet and intelligent little boy who was new to the school and they immediately hit it off.
Life is good.
Greystoke started school this week too.
He was impressive about school as he has been about everything else. What a blessing to be given such different types of children. They are all beautiful and special in their own ways, and variety is the spice of life in parenting them.
Greystoke walked into his classroom the first day without looking back. He met me with a smile when I picked him up and said "I didn't cry and my friends didn't cry, and I colored a picture with a yellow crayon and my teacher read me stinky face".
This week he will go to school all 5 days, and when I brought it up last night, he was as eager as ever.
I am tired. I am up early to grab a few quiet moments before the flurry of the morning. Greystoke slept quite restlessly last night, and I am still trying to catch up on sleep after a yucky cold and a back injury that kept me up for 3 nights thinking I would never sleep again. But I did and it went back to completely normal, thank You God.
There are no signs of life slowing down, and that's ok.
Because I have found that I can make it slow down if I choose to.
I can stop everything right in the midst of the busiest moment and choose to see something beautiful.
I can even lay down on a Sunday morning with my youngest child and tell the older ones to only get me in an emergency. That was nice, I did that yesterday.
I can get up early and sometimes beat the youngest one, and sometimes not, but I can still open my Bible for a few minutes and drink the rest that God has left for me there. He gives sleep to those He loves. Even when it doesn't feel like enough, he can multiply it.
Speaking of which, I better go wake up my biggest kid because he likes to have a full hour of being up before school starts. I get that. It gives him a sense of power, like school didn't take away his WHOLE day or even his freshest part of the day because he got up early and stole his day back.