Showing posts with label Preschool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Preschool. Show all posts

Speaking Too Soon?

This morning was wonderful.  Maybe that extra 30 minutes paid off.  Amaris was up shortly after my alarm went off, on her own.  She fought me for a minute about getting dressed, but finally gave in and put her uniform on (as long as I let her button it up herself).  She allowed me to put up her hair and had seconds of cereal for breakfast.  We got everything situated and headed down to the car.  On the way to school I said, "Amaris, are you going to be a big girl today about going to school?"  She said, "I'm not going to cry, mommy."

So, elated at the idea of her NOT crying, I promised her a popsicle after school if she followed through with it.  Then I said, "Do you like school, Amaris?"  She nodded.  (Caught in a lie!)

We got to school and I walked her up the stairs to the upper grounds.  She walked right over and sat down to change her shoes, and then stood up and requested kisses and wubs.  So I have her a hug and a kiss and I left.  She was fine with it.  No tears, no screams, no troubles.  She may just have found her peace.

Let it be known...

I lasted all the way through preschool and halfway through my Kindergarten year before I quit school.  And I only quit school because I was pissed off that my grandma would DARE to take a vacation without me.  And really, I was easily coerced into resuming my "studies".  (Well, it may have taken grandma cutting her vacation short and driving straight home to Fresno from San Antonio...  Which I still somehow feel guilty for.  :(  Sorry grandma!)

Amaris won't be able to say the same at this rate.  She informed me today about a half a dozen times.  "Mommy, I don't like school."

What this translates to is "Mommy, I would rather not wake up at 7AM and let you do my hair and dress me in a nice uniform and then drop me off with the Japanese nuns."

I know it is a lie.  I know it because she pitches a fit when I'm dropping her off, but when I pick her up she is having a blast.  She enjoys it there.  Her teacher is as sweet as can be, the other students are all adorable and she plays with them well, and basically everybody already knows and enjoys her there.  She's not quite yet 3 and is already lying through her teeth.  And for what?  The possibility of sleeping in?

Clearly bedtime needs to come forward in the schedule a bit.  8:30PM is not sufficient anymore.  Or else I need to enforce the post-school nap rule.  Tonight I managed to get the (insert expletives here) "Elephant story" (still thanking Heather for buying us that DELIGHTFUL book for Valentine's Day...) read and her lights out by 8.  30 minutes doesn't seem like much, but progress is progress.  So I'll take what I can get.

Her little friend, Emma ("Nemma" if you're speaking Amarish), was going to start school tomorrow but her mom just called and let me know that she is going to postpone it till Thursday instead so she can get her finals knocked out while her husband has a day off.  So I was excited about Nemma going to school with Amaris, thinking that would surely remedy the "Mommy, I don't like school" issue, but I suppose we'll have to tough it out through one more day.

Maternal guilt is lame.

Preschool Day 2

Today did not start off as well as yesterday.  Amaris didn't wake up early like she did yesterday - I had to wake her up.  And then despite her enthusiasm on the way to school, once we got there she definitely realized I would be leaving her there.  And she was not cool with that.

Seeing my struggles, her sweet little teacher came and took her, screaming, into the class room.  I "gomen-nasai-ed" my heart out as I left.  I hope her screaming fit didn't last long.  And I hope that it doesn't become "the norm" for her.  Yesterday, while sad, was much nicer - she just ran off into the classroom and didn't look back.

Part of me - the sucker mom part - thought to myself, "Oh, well, she doesn't want to go - I should just take her back home today."  Then the sensible part of me thought to myself, "No way, she isn't going to win this battle - school is school.  I am paying the tuition, she will ATTEND."

Preschool

¥8,804 Later...


I don't know who is more excited, her or me.  Okay, that's a lie.  I am pretty much certain that I am WAY more excited than she is.

Amaris' Next Adventure

With Mark's deployment quickly approaching and Amaris' daily boredom growing by the minute (there is just not enough to keep her busy here at home), I figured it was time to act.

Yesterday I enrolled her in a Japanese Catholic preschool.  She starts in early May.  She loved it there and was so excited.  I know we're making a great decision for her future.  The curriculum is Montessori based and the school itself comes with rave reviews.

So I got the school supplies list and ordered her school uniforms.  Yes - school uniforms.  The uniform for the warm weather ahead consists of a short sleeved white button down shirt and a little navy blue skirt with suspenders.  There's a PE uniform, too.  Orange shorts, a white with orange ringer t-shirt and a cap.

Today we are supposed to go shopping for the other school supplies.  I've been dying to take her school shopping since she was born, poor kid.  I love the smell of freshly sharpened pencils in the morning.

Anything for a distraction, I suppose.