Kindergarten was a half of a day, too! It was held in a great big room with a divider right down the middle of the room. There was a class on each side of the divider. Each day when our baby would come home, I would ask what they had done that day. Well, I would hear all about what the other side had done and nothing about her side of the room. I was asked to fill out a questionnaire about ADD/ADHD. I, in my infinite wisdom, believed that this was crazy. I believed that the reason she could tell me about the other class and not her own was because the teacher on the "other side" was young and energetic and that our teacher was just a year away from retirement! The other class was just more fun. I was surprised when at the Parent-Teacher conference, it was suggested that we repeat Kindergarten. The other option was Summer School. We chose Summer School.
We discovered that our baby's eyesight was not right. Yes, she had passed the screening at school. At home, I noticed that she was squinting a lot. She always wanted to sit right on top of the television screen. The optometrist was awesome. He said that she did ,in fact, need glasses. Her eyesight was very unique for a child. She could not see up close. It was a perceptual problem. When she got her glasses, she was sitting on the floor in our living room and she said, " Mommy, our carpet goes up and down, up and down!" We had sculptured carpet and she had never noticed.
First grade was a big adjustment to all day school. I had read that taking sugar and red food coloring out of your child's diet could help them to pay attention better. Well, you would have thought that I was a horrible mother. Borderline abusive! Not that our baby felt that way. She was fine with the new, healthier diet. It was her teacher! She believed in giving the children cookies everyday for a treat. Instead of a good, healthy snack, she would pump them full of sugar and then complain about how hyper the kids were. I even would send healthy choices to the school for them and she said that they were not allowed. Imagine that! She could bring junk and that was okay. But the parents could not send goodies for the class. When our daughter would go to speech class, they would give her candy for a job well done. I think that this was the year that my education began.
This was also the year that we had many changes in our lives. We adopted our second child ( this one we got from the local convenience store! I will tell that awesome story tomorrow) and my mom got sick.
See you tomorrow and please, have an awesome day!