Sam has an "agenda" (fancy name for a planner) that he has to take back and forth to school every day. Keeping with Kruse tradition, life got hectic this week and we misplaced his planner for about 24 hours. Last night, while completing our nightly ritual of me looking at the agenda and signing off that I had, indeed, seen it, I noticed that his teacher put a frowny face in red pen where my signature would go. This made me a little sad. Sam is a new kid at school, this is our first year learning this rigid planner routine, and the thought of him having to see this picture every time he used at school this week made my heart a little sad.
Meanwhile, Aubri has been over the moon about school. She can't get enough of it. She wants to go on Saturdays and Sundays and literally cried when I told her that I didn't have any homework for her. So, what has happened between age 3 and 3rd grade? From spirited and joyful about learning to anxiety and red frowny-faced planners?
I wrote a little poem (just a little diddy, if you will ;-) on what my heart speaks on this matter:
