There are many firsts in life. Especially when children enter the scene. First roll-over. First sit-up. First steps, first words, first foods…
And then comes school.
Andrew and I attended our daughter’s first elementary school parent-teacher conference yesterday. We sat with Mrs. B., while our daughter played hopscotch on the decorative classroom rug behind us, chatting about how the transition into kindergarten has gone thus far; how the social dynamics on the playground are playing themselves out; how our daughter’s academic achievements are progressing.
Not surprising to us, Miss E’s greatest area of expertise is writing and drawing. She spends A LOT of her free time at home writing lists of words, creating cards for friends, compiling mini-books about princesses, circuses and friends and family.
As we scanned the first-ever report card; familiarizing ourselves with the symbols and letters that indicated how well our daughter was doing in her new classroom setting, all else faded into near-oblivion for me when her teacher made that one finalizing comment:
“She told me, ‘When I grow up, I’m going to be a writer, just like my mom.’”
Now that was a proud moment for this writer mom.
Whether she was making excellent, mediocre or disastrous marks on her report card, what I came away with yesterday was the following: the transition to school life is getting easier for our little kindergartener, she’s making friends at school, she’s a “good citizen” within her classroom community, and she has developed the concept of setting a goal for her future self. Regardless of whether she becomes a writer, a janitor, a teacher, a midwife, a sales clerk, the President, a swim teacher….or something else…we will always be proud of her. (But, if she did become a writer like her mama…now that would be pretty damn cool!)