Kindergarten

As I write this, anxious parents are setting up camp outside the library of our elementary school, waiting for kindergarten registration to open tomorrow morning at 7am.  It promises to get down to 30 degrees Farenheit tonight.

I will be warm and cozy, tucked in my bed.

We are not registering Nik for kindergarten this fall.  Even though he will turn five in June, some of his teachers don’t think he will be ready.  They cite social skills, handwriting, mental acuity, etc.  He’s also pretty little (he still only weighs barely 31 pounds, and that’s fully dressed.)

I did however send in applications to two charter montessoris near us.  Charter montessoris are public schools which follow the montessori method of teaching, while adhering to state testing standards.  I call it the best of both worlds.  Montessori, and free.

The only problem is that they accept on a lottery basis, so that is why I registered this year.  If he doesn’t get in this year, I’m not too worried, and I’ll try the lottery again next year.  If he does get in, we will have their kindergarten teachers evaluate him to see if they think he could handle it.

A benefit to the montessori is that the classes are blended, so the KG and 1st grades are in a room together for most of the school day.  This fosters learning from your peers, elders, and also helping your younger mates.  The teachers decide what to teach each child based on what learning they’ve accomplished.  Individualized and one-on-one attention.

The way I see it, Nik is meant for montessori.  He does not do well when forced to learn under timelines.  And KG now is the new first grade.  The requirements are so much more, and he is expected to be able to write sentences within the first few months.  He’s only just begun to show interest in holding a crayon! [ His monster drawings, however, are legend.]

His current school has done wonders for him, and if he has to stay there another year, I’m okay with that.  Especially since it will give him another year with Anju.

So…I’ll be thinking of those parents, waiting to get a spot for their child in the local school.

Thinking how glad I am that I’m not there….yet.

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Evaluating friendships

Nik, out of nowhere: “I don’t like A___ anymore, mom.”

Me: “Why not?  I thought you loved to help her and be her friend?” [A__is a special needs child in Nik & Anjali’s class]

Nik: “No, mom.  She’s mad.”

then… “All the kids think she’s mad and she pulls our hair.  And Ms. D__ makes her sit in the chair when she pulls our hair.”

[And this is the little girl who, in her own way, really likes Nik.  We had a playdate together a while back and the kids got along really well.  Nik watches out for her during field trips, holding her hand, making sure she has somewhere to sit, sits next to her at lunch…I love to see how caring he is.  So, to hear this from him made me really sad, and I had to think for a minute how to respond.]

Me: “She doesn’t mean to hurt anyone.  She just likes to touch your hair.  And A__’s mom and dad think you do such a good job being A___’s friend, Nik.  Remember how they said that to you?”

Nik: “Yeah.  But they love A___.  I love YOU!”

Me: “They love the fact that you are nice to their daughter and that you are her friend.”

Nik: “Yeah.”

Me: “Will you be her friend again, and take care of her when other kids are mean to her?”

Nik, after thinking for a bit: “Yes.”

Anjali: “Me too!  I be A___’s friend too!  I yike A___!”