Today was Kindergarten Round-up, Civilian style for my youngest. Boy does he look too wee for starting official school. I was so ready when Brendon started, we both were. There were lots of tears, but also mutual high fives at the classroom. John is going to be a different animal. I already feel the tears coming. Geez imagine me in five months. Maybe the Summer with them will help to ease the nostalgia.
Why do they call it Kindergarten Round-up? Is it because we’re in Cowboy country? Or children at this age are so like cats – untamed and free spirited? I can’t settle on the reason, but it was a morning I’ll say. The school on the military installation did not have a Kinder Round-up and this is seriously miffing Brendon. He wants to know if they are going to have some fun social event for 2nd graders soon too. I hate to be the bearer of bad news for him, but 1st and 2nd grade are no-man’s land. They’re not in the fun stages of just starting out and yet, they don’t get the perks of 3rd grade – sports and band. It does stink. But I’ve gotten distracted.
John already attends pre-school on campus, so it was a pretty seamless morning for him. He even got to sit next to one of his preschool teachers for the orientation as her daughter will be joining him next year, and a handful of other pre-school classmates were scattered about. As it is for working mom folk, you don’t really make friends with school moms unless you volunteer for boosters I guess, so I chatted with the ladies I’d seen at preschool drops and mostly tried to pick up on the ins and outs I’d missed with not going through this with my oldest. I did find out today that I’m not supposed to be sending lunch money with the boys, but paying online. Who knew?! Not to worry, Brendon found a goodie box of cast off food he helped himself to when his milk money ran out. Only telling me after not finding things to his liking a couple days in a row. It’s good to know that he’s a survivor.
They offered a free breakfast with the orientation, so the kinders could get an idea of the lunch line process. John was super excited and ate everything! Chocolate milk, strawberries, string cheese AND coffee cake. Has he ever eaten peach coffee cake? NEVER!!! And he asked the girl across the table for her string cheese. Who is this kid? I hear he eats a lot at his Grandparents’ too. He’s a mystery.
After a bunch of introductions and policy announcements, the littles were shuttled off to visit the Kindergarten classrooms and the attending adults were taken on a tour of the school. Directly following we signed the kinder hopefuls for their classroom placement assessment happening late May/early June this year. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the school year almost over and my youngest on the cusp of beginning his school boy journey.
John went back to pre-school for the rest of the “school day” and I did what mother’s do best with a few hours to themselves – phone calls, emails and internet goofing.
**One source of frustration was during the question and answer period. Everyone who asked a question was given a direct answer, EXCEPT, you guessed it – ME!. I asked if older siblings were able to take the Kinders to their class in the morning instead of an adult. There is a known policy at Shafter (where we came from) – if the sibling is 2nd grade or above they can retrieve the Kindergartener from their class and meet the parent at the vehicle.
Either you have a policy or you don’t. It’s a pretty simple question and answer really. What was the answer to my question? “That’s a tricky question, we’d have to know the sibling’s age….(principal trails off into voice vapors) Again I say, you either have a policy or you don’t! File this under my “adjusting to Civilian Life” column. Could be the headache talking?
**Update. I was super crabby last week dealing with civilian medical and dental care, insurance, PPO vs Premier provider…etc.. the policy with the Kinders is the parents drop off. I have a feeling towards the later part of the year, depending on the teacher and the older sibling, there may be some latitude with the drop. Just a hunch.**