My Kindergarten year
Well to be quite truthful I don’t remember much from that year. I remember I loved my teacher Ms. Kelly Jones, she had straight brown hair that was down to her shoulders and a beautiful plain face that didn’t require a ton of makeup. Funny that is what I remember about her. I remember her getting everybody in her class Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer book for Christmas and I think I may still have that book at my mom’s house. I remember the wooden kitchen set that we were able to play with during play time.
I was really shy, really really really shy. I didn’t talk much to anyone except Ms. Jones. I remember this boy named Charlie in my room. I thought he was a dream. We never played together or talked. I was too shy. But Charlie moved away in the summer before First Grade what a bummer! I was looking forward to seeing him again. I was heartbroken. I remember the disappointment of not knowing where he went.
But the thing I remember most about Kindergarten was our birthday books. Every time someone had a birthday we would color a page for them of whatever we wanted. I don’t remember what I would draw but I still have my book. Probably rainbows or flowers.
Lane’s Kindergarten Year
He was scared to death! We went and met his teacher prior to going and I discussed my concerns and she said he’ll do fine. He did nonetheless. He is a farmer. You could ask him what 2+2 is and he couldn’t get it. But you could say we have 2 cows and the other farm has 2 cows and he would without thinking say 4. He wasn’t interested if it didn’t pertain to his farm.
I have always read to him. We read A LOT. Dick and Jane books were one of our favorites. My child has always had an imaginary friend. ALWAYS. Dick is his name. Know where he got that from? They have huge farms and cattle drives and horse ranches. He is always around. We had such a lovely Kindergarten year. Most of his classmates were so good and sweet. We had our share of things I don’t want to remember. Overall it was a really good year for him.
Oh boy do I have some stories on this sweet child. My favorite is . . . After his first report card the teacher accidently put that he had missed a day. Well I seen it and kept to myself that it upset me a little. Well he took it a step further! He says “Mom, that just really pi$$e$ me off.” We had to have a little talk. That it was not appropriate word to say and you shouldn’t say those words. So being the thinker that he is he then responded a little later “So, that is like $hit, d@mn and @$$. Yes. Sir. It. Is. Please don’t say those words again. What is a mother of a little farmer suppose to do? Don’t really answer that I already know.
We were riding to school one beautiful day. Now for a little back ground. We live 30 minutes away from his school therefore we have some lovely conversations sometimes. LOL! This particular morning Little Farmer asked me the difference between God and the Devil. Well! I thought carefully about the words that I would choose.
I told him that God and the Devil are constantly trying to pull you in one direction or another. They are constantly trying to make you do good or bad. God is good and the Devil is bad. He was good with this answer and I was quietly proud because this child is a thinker and I was expecting 20 more questions. On the way home that evening for most of the trip I heard snap, snap, snap, snap after about 15 miles I finally got aggravated and asked WHAT.ARE.YOU.DOING. Well, Mom, God told me if I felt like cussing to snap my fingers. I looked at him and said yes dear I agree because 6 year olds are not suppose curse. Thank you God. God is good.
Sigh
I am blessed. Truly Blessed.
XO,
Becky