So, yesterday was my daughter’s first day of kindergarten. Despite having been in daycare all her life, we were still worried about her and were even wondering if she was ready. She is close to the cut-off line and could have waited until next year. Nothing concrete, mind you, and the school is a good one. Her brother would be on the bus with her, and we know the teachers and staff. Still, sending off the youngest is hard, which leads me to this…
As we were waiting for the bus, the kids kinda moved over by themselves. Then I hear my son tell his sister: “Don’t worry, just be brave in your classes. If you get scared I will see you at recess.”
I have no idea where that came from, but he was thinking of his sister and wanted her to know school would be ok. I am so proud of him, the both of them really.
My oldest starts first grade on Monday, and my youngest will start preschool sometime this fall (he’s wait listed).
A couple of days ago I woke up and could hear that both of them were already awake and playing in the living room. I could hear them talking, so I stood in the doorway and listened. My oldest son was telling his little brother about the school, the layout of the building, who the teachers were, then he told him, “dont worry, we can play together at recess”
Kids usually do alright. And when it’s your kid, that’s feels pretty good
My daughter is sort of a geek. Well, not sort of - she is a dice bag owning, fantasy reading, JoCo fan geek and proud of it - but it means she gets picked on. My son is something of a jock. Charismatic, popular. They get along as well as most siblings, but they really don’t have too much in common (except Minecraft)
She was getting picked on on the bus. My son, seeing this happen, walked over to the kid picking on his sister, asked the kid next to him to move, and sat down next to him. That was it. All he needed to do. I was really proud of him.
My kids, now grown, have always been very protective of each other and very close. Don’t get me wrong, they fought sometimes, but not nearly as often as would be considered normal.
My daughter is almost three years older than my son, but you would think my son was older by looking at him next his sister. Even now, with my son across the state, and my daughter up north of me in another city, they still communicate almost every day.
The situation is similar at our house: my daughter started kinder this week and her older brother is in second grade. My kids take the bus as well, so I was giving my daughter some last minute instructions at the bus stop, trying to make sure she would be able to find her classroom. Well, I must have gone over it previously because she cut me off with a roll of her eyes and an exasperated, “I know Mom, I KNOW!”
My mom swears she spent the years of our childhood convinced that I and phoukabro would end up killing one another. Then, one day when I was 16 and he was 14, we both got our wisdom teeth out on the same day.
Since we were both drugged to the gills, she moved us to the parents’ bedroom, and we snored about four feet apart for the next day and a half. She says that every time she woke one of us to give us pain meds and make us drink water, whoever she woke would ask about the other.
“Ih pookabro ogay?”
“Yes, honey, he’s fine.”
“Ih poogah ah-ight?”
“Yes, son, she’s fine.”
A little hard to understand considering the level of consciousness, cotton wadding in the mouth, and hydrocodone, but she said it was the first time she knew we were going to be okay.
And, yes, we are. He’s the only one who gets me when I riff on movie lines. I post his fanfic and forward the fanmail to him.
My nevvies are two entirely different critters from one another , and fight like bitter enemies, and yet… a couple years ago Nevy #2 got into a fight with another boy. Nevy #1 approached the kid, looked him dead in the eye & said. “You get off my brother. get off and GO AWAY.”
Kid took off running. I was so proud.
More or less. Her favorite colors are pink and purple, and most Disney Princess’ are dressed in some shade of pink or purple. She also has to play Harry Potter Light Sabers with her brother and insists and being allowed to watch Doctor Who with the rest of the family, so her geek cred is firmly intact as well.
Further school adventures of the wonderkids - they were excited about it getting colder yesterday morning and that it would soon be fall, just so they could wear their coats everyday. I mean jumping up and down excited about wearing everyday not-special at all coats. I love 'em, but I don’t understand 'em.
Oh, and my second grader is starting a special Chinese language class in a couple of weeks. It’s going to be cool to have him learning a new language already.
