I’ve been pretty vocal about my feelings regarding the direction public education has taken.
And how I felt about Number 5 starting kindergarten was no secret either.
I did not have faith that first day she climbed on the bus.
Sometimes we moms overreact a little bit.
But other times, we just know.
Our gut tells us exactly the right thing.
I just want to say something.
My gut was seriously off base.
I could have relaxed a little bit.
Because Number 5 loves school.
She is happy and excited and engaged and flourishing.
Every day she wakes up and asks not if she has to go to school, but if she gets to go to school.
She comes home eager to read, equipped with her special witchy poo finger.
She proudly tells me how she is a superhero with super reading powers.
And she honestly believes it.
She is writing up a storm.
Not bad for a five-year-old.
Now I’m not saying that my feelings regarding elementary school these days have changed.
I still have my concerns.
But I think I should probably admit that what Number 5 has learned in two months of kindergarten is way more than what I would have taught her had I kept her at home this year.
She’s had the perfect mixture of structure and down time.
She comes home not exhausted and drained and miserable, but happy and excited and confident.
So, to her teacher,
I think I should say that I was, um,
And thank you.
You are helping my daughter to become a better version of herself.
And for that, I will always be grateful.
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