We are into our second week of summer and it still seems somewhat surreal. Another school year has come and gone. As I take in the rapid growth of my children, I have decided that I need to stop blinking (insert all other tried and true, "time moves so quickly," cliches here).
"She is lonely." He told me. He was emotional and went on to say how she needs to make "one really good friend." I wanted to cry. I might have actually; now that I think about it. I was aware that Eliza would sometimes read during recess and expressed to her that I wanted her to use that time stretch her legs and be social. I was encouraging the same things that Mr. Ma was. I reassured Mr. Ma that she had a social life outside of school and that a lot of her "friends" were in the other class but that she still saw them at soccer practice, etc. Mrs. DeMille wasn't as concerned about Eliza socially which brought me some comfort. Even so, we all decided to help her as best we could. They would see who she connected with in class and provide them with opportunities to interact. As for me, I would be better at organizing play dates.
Academically, I don't worry about her. She loves to learn, is very bright and works really hard. Reading is a big part of her life which I attribute a lot of her success to. I haven't had to assist much in the homework department, other than reminding her that she needs to get it done. Sometimes the hardest part about doing homework was remembering to take it to class when it was due. It would be completed but left behind on the kitchen counter. I liked that I could count on Eliza to get herself ready, lunch included, each day. I would style her hair most days, and again, enjoyed the chat time as I brushed out her hair, etc. And, Eliza if you are reading this, I hope I can keep being your hairstylist for a long time as I love, love, love playing with it.
Lottie enjoys writing her name (among other words), doing art projects and is very good at counting. I can't take credit for any of these things which kind of makes me feel ashamed but I feel joy knowing that it makes her feel proud. She has enjoyed tap dance and tumbling very much. However, I am nervous as I consider her upcoming performance as Lottie has extreme stage fright. She instantly began to cry when I left her on the stage at her recent preschool program. It broke my heart. Fortunately, Miss Mary knew exactly what to do as she asked another friend to hold Lottie's hand until she settled down. It worked! Brilliant. She enjoyed participating in her program and I loved watching her sing her heart out.
Henry's first day of first grade, Eliza's first day of third grade: here
The final walk to school... I caught this fun exchange between Henry and Lottie.