A new season of our lives begins tomorrow. Livi starts her first day of 5th grade. I know it really hasn’t hit me yet, because the notion of me having a 5th grader is just nuts. I remember 5th grade vividly. (ish).
After preschool, kindergarten, and first grade at a Christian school, then 2nd-4th grades being homeschooled, I started 5th grade at a public school (then moved the following summer and did 6th-12th at a new public school).
(I also graduated from college in three years, spent my last three months of it teaching in Japan, substitute-taught in Ohio half a year, got married, subbed in Indiana half a year, taught in Indiana for a year, taught in Cleveland for a year (minus two months), subbed in Columbus for half a year, had a baby, and moved 10 times in our first 10 years of marriage.)
Does this put my restless spirit into a bit of perspective?
Where was I?
Oh yeah. I remember 5th grade. And now I have a 5th grader. That’s crazy talk. Livi is excited about her first day, and I’m excited for her. I’m not looking forward to watching her walk to the bus stop without her sister though. I’m a big proponent of sisterly togetherness, and I’m already feeling the pang.
She says she wants to be homeschooled next year. I think I like that idea. But, for now, I know that this is where she’s supposed to be. And she’s gonna do great.
Ava. Her online classes don’t start until August 29, but we’re going to jump in tomorrow morning with some school stuff. Our goals? Work on multiplication facts, spelling, and she’s going to read out loud a bunch to Mom.
I’m really looking forward to this year with her. Out of all my girlies, she’s the hardest one for me to figure out. And, ironically, she just might be the most like me. Go figure. Just goes to show that I just don’t get me. And after all these years.
She’s excited to be taking French. A foreign language was optional (it takes the place of Music–glory hallelujah!!), and she could choose from Spanish, German, French, or Latin. I was all about the Spanish, but she wanted something more exotic, so French it is. The cool thing is that Cambodia used to be a French colony, and some of the older folks still speak some French. (The guy I sat by on the plane last year spoke French.) Maybe she’ll get to put it to use.
And Nina. My baby. She starts kindergarten on the 24th. Goodness. She, too, wants to be homeschooled next year. We’ll see. I can’t decide how I feel about her going to school. I don’t feel super-emotional at the moment, and I think it’s for a couple of reasons.
1.) It just seems temporary. Two-and-a-half hours each afternoon (practically preschool) and then she just might be back home with mama next year.
2.) Her co-teachers are absolutely unbelievable. I mean, seriously. Like, I know they’re human and everything, but in my eyes, they can do no wrong. Livi and Ava loved them, and Nina and I volunteered in their rooms last year on Wednesdays. And I feel like I’m just loaning Nina to two dear friends for the afternoon so she can socialize with other little people and be a complete teacher’s pet (did I just say that out loud?).
So, yeah, that’s what’s going down, starting tomorrow. I’ll be honest. There’s a little twinge of regret that I may never, not ever, get that alone time I kind of crave. I was all set to have three hours to myself every afternoon, and my 9-year-old decides she wants to stay home and keep me company.
But I’m so grateful. I love my daughters. I love my husband. And I’m excited to see how this school year unfolds for us as a family. We leave for Cambodia in four little months and have lots to keep us busy until then. God is good.
Counting my blessings tonight. And praying for a good start tomorrow.
Anybody else starting a new season sometime soon?