Leave your worries on the doorstep
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
It seems that Squeaker has got his rhythm down at school, now. Or at least that’s part of the reason he’s doing so well. I’m so proud of how hard he is working at school. He’s been sun-shiny happy the past few days. He’s wonderful. I love the good days!!
Last year, it was a challenge to get him to even pick up a pencil. Scribbling something on a piece of paper was about all he’d do. This year, he’s tracing over his name. They write in highlighter and he traces over it. It’s far from perfect, but I don’t expect perfection. He’s trying. I couldn’t be prouder of him for that. And he can actually independently write the letter P. It’s humongous, but it’s there. He’s learning how to pinch the pencil and he’s working on pressing down hard enough so we can see his lines. It’s hard work. It’s not perfect, but he’s trying. Again. I couldn’t be prouder.
As I dropped him off at school today, I noticed the progress. He came in, stopped where he is supposed to sign in, and we noticed that he had to write an extra letter of his name. “We’ve unlocked another letter,” his teacher told him. He picked up the pencil, pinched it at the bottom like it’s supposed to, and did what he had to do. He then walked over to his cubby, pointed out his name like he always does, took out his notebook, put it on the table, and then walked back to zip up his backpack. All of this is done without thinking and in the same order every day. He then went straight to his seat to begin his morning work. This morning, he wasn’t working on his name. He was working on A, a, 5, B, and b.
It was with sadness that I realized he was ready to work and didn’t need me there anymore. I’m used to his hugs and kisses. This morning, it was different. This morning, he was ready to get on with the business of the day. They tell me he’s always the first one done with morning work, and he gets to go play with the manipulatives before everyone else. He smiles and hums while playing as he watches them work. He’s proud of himself. And he should be. He’s growing. He’s learning. He’s doing great. God, I hope this lasts.
After listening to the TA explain to him what he was doing and about how she had something new and special just for him to play with when he was done with his work, I told him I had to go. He probably wouldn’t have even noticed my departure, but I need to tell him. I needed to kiss him on the cheek. I needed him to need the goodbye. After I kissed him on the cheek, I told him to have a good day,and then said, “You’re a good boy.” And he is. He’s such a good kid.
His TA, perhaps knowing that I need him to say goodbye to me, reminded him to tell me goodbye and told him to tell me, “You’re a great mom.” He turned around with a huge smile on his face and said, “You’re a great mom!”
I hope he knows just how great he is.