Monday is the big day. Â The big K. Â Kindergarten. Â We started getting into The Routine this week. Â We’ve got a morning chart. Â We’ve got supplies. Â We’ve met the kids, principal, teachers, parents. Â She’s ready. Â I’m ready. Â But is kindergarten ready for Violet?
I can’t really fathom what a huge change this is going to make in my life. Â Aside from two mornings a week, I’ve had Violet home with me for five years. Â Five and a half. Â That’s a long time to keep a tiny maniac from completing her plans of world domination. Â Yes I’ll still be at home with Graham, but that is another story entirely. Â I must say I am really looking forward to spending time with him. Â He has been competing for attention since the day he was born and I’d love to see him relax and know he doesn’t have to try so hard. Â I want to make cookies, do art projects, garden, with just him. Â These are things I do with both kids, but generally Violet has to star in the show.
Which is why I am not worried about how she will do in school; even with the dual-language. I mean, in some ways I feel like I should warn her teachers, but I’d hate to give them preconceivedÂ notions. Â Example: During swim lessons this summer the teen-aged instructor finally got fed up with Violet and another girl giggling and inching away from class. Â They got sent into Time Out. Â The girl burst into tears. Â Violet looked at her with an expression of extreme surprise and said, “What are you crying for? Â It’s just Time Out!” Â I really hope her kindergarten teachers know how to channel that energy rather than sending her to endless exhile. Â Her other “schools” never seemed to be able to do that.
I’ll admit it; when I was little, I was the kid who cried when disciplined. My personality is so opposite Violet’s that I often think she is some kind of alien child; like that dream I had when I was pregnant with her actually came true. Â It’s clear IÂ subconsciously assumed that if I had a girl she would be a mini-me; that I would always be able to relate to her and, thus, be better able to help her. Â The truth is, although she looks more like me each day, she is a mini-Rob: outgoing, talkative, creative, high-energy, a leader, a performer, impossibly smart. Â I don’t know what advice I could possibly offer to that kind of kid. Â And will I understand her less and less the more she is gone?
We’re going to miss her. Â She and Graham have decided they want to be twins so they can be together all day. Â I just wish I could be a fly on the wall while she navigates through this next step. Â I don’t want to rescue her, I just want to watch. Â That would be the best reality TV show ever.