This week, Emma came home and told me that she gave a speech to her whole class. They weren’t listening or respecting her teacher, so she reminded them of their teacher’s hard work, the effort, and the care she gives to each student to promote learning. Her teacher ended up crying, moved by Emma courageously speaking in behalf of her to her peers about the work she does. She said that out of the 20+ years of teaching, no one has ever done that for her. ?#?emmanuellegrace? ?#?twelvesixteen? ?#?pictureday? ?#?speak??#?thankyouteachers?
Emma and Zienne’s first day of school was so successful. No tears. No fuss. No fatigue. This was Zienne’s first day of PreK! She was already excited for it since Emma has been building it up for her, telling her how lucky she was that all they do is play, sans homework! So Zienne was ready to put on her big girl zebra leggings and pop off on PreK, that’s just fancy talk for she was good to go. They both prepared their new owl school bookbags, presents from their Tita Steph, and walked to the bus stop with the whole family. Zienne was so proud when she boarded her bus all by herself. Since the driver was still waiting for one more passenger, he allowed us to take pictures of Zi inside the bus. The night before, the girls were teasing me about crying about Zienne leaving me for school, but that morning, with Perze by my side, I didn’t cry. Maybe it was because I saw how big her smile was, emitting this excitement that surrounded her, conveying to me that she’d be ok and she wouldn’t need me to run to her aid. Perze […]
This morning, during breakfast, as I was having a conversation w/Emma about slavery in history and the cost of freedom, she asked, “wow. Really? Mamam, were you alive in the 1800s?” The conversation was spurred from last night’s school timeline project. Emma had to research an African American who has greatly impacted our nation. She chose someone from history, so I suggested Harriet Tubman, the “Moses of her People”. At first, it would have been nice to have chosen someone from the science or entertainment field but there’s something deep within the pages of history. I wanted her to know more about the Underground Railroad and ways the slaves used to escape and why they escaped. That’s really the crux of the matter isn’t it? Freedom. The cost of freedom. I want her to realize that freedom isn’t everywhere. Even in the 2000s, people are still in metaphoric shackles struggling to be free.
Every day we: Pray while walking to the bus stop. Give her a kiss goodbye remind her to raise her hand and participate Ask her who she sat/played with at lunch/recess Ask her if anything special happened during the day. Remind her that we’re proud of her. Check to see if she has homework. Have her read a little. Have “spending time” when we can just cuddle & talk with her. So far, she LOVES school. Despite her sometimes fatigued body in the morning and objections to eat efficiently, she doesn’t complain about going to school. She looks forward for it, sincerely, because she’s made friends and she enjoys the new activities each day. She also likes her teacher, from what I gather, is fair to all the kids, encouraging and patient. Em’s made friends with her first day “bully” and even now considers him a good looking boy with great hair. Hmmm…I guess she’s a hair kind of girl. hahaha. She’s also made quite the impression on this boy at her bus stop. They don’t have class together, but he seems to be quite smitten by her. By what she’s disclosed about him, apparently, she’s already gotten a […]
My beloved daughter, Emmanuelle, is officially in kindergarten. Her first day wasn’t as bad, for her! hahah. When asked how her day went, she excitedly recounted fun stories. When asked if she cried, she nonchalantly responded, no. This was not the response the night before her 1st day, when she cried before going to bed, asking why moms weren’t allowed to come with their sweethearts. After a tiresome spur of the moment trip to Great Adventure that day, to celebrate her last day of scholastic freedom, I used a very simple metaphor to ease her feelings of emotional attachment. I explained that going to school is like going on a big ride in Great Adventure. I’d be there to bring her to the line, prepare her for the ride, put her seatbelt on, and make sure she’s safely secure. Then I’d wait for her outside of the gates, as she would enjoy the thrill of the ride, by herself. And afterward, at the end of the ride, I would be waiting, smile on my face, pride in my heart, for her. School is that exciting ride for her. And after I explained it to her, she quieted down, I guess […]