Here are the low points and high notes of week one.
Child #2 walks home sobbing because he's already incurred three time outs. I experience a pang of resentment for his teacher, even as I remind him of the importance of listening, instead of talking, (he's my chatty one) and keeping your hands to yourself (also my grabby one). A short chat with the object of my resentment the next morning reassures me they weren't so much time outs as reminders to listen. Hmm, that explains why he described them as short time outs.
Child #1 realizes that all her best friends are in the other fourth grades. "Mom, every one is friends with each other and no one is friends with me." My heart breaks. Honestly and truly, it just breaks but I hold it together and point out how lucky she is to have the opportunity to make a whole bunch of new friends this year. "You'll have all your old friends AND all the new ones you make this year." She looks skeptical. I don't blame her, but she does agree to ask to try to sit with a couple of the nicer girls at lunchtime.
Child #2 describes his teacher as "hot". "She's hot?" I ask. "Yeah, especially in the afternoon 'cause there's no air-conditioning in our class."
Child #1 comes home excited about maps. "Did you know they made the first maps out of clay in Egypt? We get to make a bumpy map [topographical] that shows mountains and volcanoes out of packaged frosting." Child #1 has a deep fondness for packaged frosting ever since I banned it from our home.
It's ups, it's downs. One minute they're happy. The next, life is terrible, miserable, awful, end of the world. I mirror whatever they're feeling with an intensity they would find laughable. In the end Child #2 says it best, "This week's been kinda good, kinda bad. Mostly, I'm looking forward to the ice cream social on Friday."