But as much as she excelled academically (and I'm taking next to zero credit here. Self motivated kids FTW), she was desperate to be back in an actual classroom again. Apparently a desk stuffed into a corner next to the wood stove while your siblings run around screaming their blonde heads off, doesn't feel like the ideal "learning environment." #highstandards
Long story short, with barely two weeks before the start of class, we enrolled her at the local charter school. Dan and I kept it all a secret until we had toured the school, exhausted both her principal and other parents with questions, and spent many nights simply saying, "I don't know. What do YOU think?" I wish we had thought to record her reaction when we finally told her, though. She hid her excitement for about 45 seconds, then switched to this mode and has been living there ever since.
|Just replace "Santa" with "SCHOOOOOOL!"|
But look at this face.
She was SO happy to be there. So calm and poised, quietly finding her seat and smiling at her new table mates. As her mother, I could see the tiny current of nerves flowing through her, but she didn't even look back as I said goodbye (which, I'm fine with. TOTALLY FINE). I even stayed outside the classroom door for a few extra seconds* to give her a last "good luck!" smile, and she never even turned to look.
*Roughly four minutes. I finally forced myself to leave so the other kids wouldn't think her mom was a giant weirdo. They'll find that out soon enough when I volunteer for ALL THE THINGS.
|Low quality, stalker mom pic from outside her classroom. Cropped to protect other students/mom from said other students side eyes at said stalker mom.|
She had a full day today (on the first day! Come on, school! Don't you know mom---KIDS need to be eased back into this transition? RUDE), but it's almost time for us to go pick her up. Not that anybody has been staring at the clock, willing it to just HURRY UP ALREADY.