That inevitable day is now here for the Parenza house.
"Baby" Mya is now a kindergartner. She said she was excited for it, so that is definitely better than her kicking and screaming her way there. For me it's sad because every milestone makes you realize that you truly do have a deadline with them; that they won't be your baby forever.
That school is full of fifth grade students that have parents that look back fondly on their now 10 year old going to kindergarten for the first time wondering, "Where did the time go?"
It goes fast, we all know that. Since baby Josie was born, things have seemed to have kicked into another gear. When you have the little babies, you're always doing something. If they're quiet, then something is wrong. Their causing some mischief somewhere, somehow.
I'm not worried about Mya at all from an academic perspective. She seems intelligent (don't all parents say that?) and picks up on things quick even if she doesn't get it at first. Her struggles are more with bravery, or lack thereof. She really doesn't like trying new physical activities. New school work is no problem though, which in the end is all that matters.
Being shy, I would have thought she would have maybe had some difficulty making friends. But in fact it's quite the opposite. She's had numerous friends over her short 5 years, and has no problem playing with a kid she doesn't know, if it's an activity she thinks she would enjoy. She always has a story about something silly a kid did at school. She doesn't usually partake in the silliness, but loves to sit back and laugh.
She'll soon make numerous more friends, and for that I'm thankful. It is kind of sad though, all her old friends are going to different schools. I thought for sure at least one would be going to the same elementary school as her, but nope. That bummed me out. I thought it would help make Mya's transition easier. And honestly, I enjoyed those kids too.
Some of them she had been with since since she was an infant at daycare. It was cool to watch them all grow up together. Watch some change, and see that some have the same personality as when they were a toddler (I mean that in a good way.) I enjoyed them running up to me and saying, "Hey Mya's dad blah blah blah..."
When the big day arrived, Mya wouldn't admit to her nervousness. She said she was ready, despite what her face said. We took her in to school, and the parents got to stay an hour and go over things. When it was time to leave, she was in the process of coloring (which she loves) and we told her goodbye. She seemed more focused on the coloring than telling us goodbye. I suppose that's a good sign right? Part of me wonders if she was doing it to keep herself distracted so she wouldn't get sad. Either way, no tears. None from me either, which I kind of wondered how it would be for me as well.
When I picked her up, she was really happy. She said she had learned a new song, but couldn't remember the words. She loves to sing, so I would guess that she'll have those words memorized in no time. She also said, "Daddy I love my new school." Can't beat that statement.
Today will be her first "real" full day of school. She seemed a bit nervous when I dropped her off. It probably didn't help that they were in the middle of lining up to go to the classroom. She was thrown right into the fire. I'm sure Mya would have preferred more play time to start off the day. (Wouldn't we all?) She'll be fine once they start doing their routines. Kids love routine, especially Mya. She always wants to know what's going to happen. Surprises are bad!
She brought home a piece of paper yesterday that I feel will sum up many days of school or any other activity for her. "My feelings about school this morning: Nervous. Now: Happy." Now I just have to remember that for myself when she graduates!
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| Last day of preschool |
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| All you need to remember |
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| I told her to make a face to help lighten the mood |
"Baby" Mya is now a kindergartner. She said she was excited for it, so that is definitely better than her kicking and screaming her way there. For me it's sad because every milestone makes you realize that you truly do have a deadline with them; that they won't be your baby forever. 
When the big day arrived, Mya wouldn't admit to her nervousness. She said she was ready, despite what her face said. We took her in to school, and the parents got to stay an hour and go over things. When it was time to leave, she was in the process of coloring (which she loves) and we told her goodbye. She seemed more focused on the coloring than telling us goodbye. I suppose that's a good sign right? Part of me wonders if she was doing it to keep herself distracted so she wouldn't get sad. Either way, no tears. None from me either, which I kind of wondered how it would be for me as well. 
Today will be her first "real" full day of school. She seemed a bit nervous when I dropped her off. It probably didn't help that they were in the middle of lining up to go to the classroom. She was thrown right into the fire. I'm sure Mya would have preferred more play time to start off the day. (Wouldn't we all?) She'll be fine once they start doing their routines. Kids love routine, especially Mya. She always wants to know what's going to happen. Surprises are bad! 
It goes fast, we all know that. Since baby Josie was born, things have seemed to have kicked into another gear. When you have the little babies, you're always doing something. If they're quiet, then something is wrong. Their causing some mischief somewhere, somehow.
I'm not worried about Mya at all from an academic perspective. She seems intelligent (don't all parents say that?) and picks up on things quick even if she doesn't get it at first. Her struggles are more with bravery, or lack thereof. She really doesn't like trying new physical activities. New school work is no problem though, which in the end is all that matters. 
Some of them she had been with since since she was an infant at daycare. It was cool to watch them all grow up together. Watch some change, and see that some have the same personality as when they were a toddler (I mean that in a good way.) I enjoyed them running up to me and saying, "Hey Mya's dad blah blah blah..." 
When I picked her up, she was really happy. She said she had learned a new song, but couldn't remember the words. She loves to sing, so I would guess that she'll have those words memorized in no time. She also said, "Daddy I love my new school." Can't beat that statement. 
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