G started preschool today.
Before school even started, we had homework. Wait, he had homework.
Who had homework, again?
Our first project was to decorate a large, blank apple-shape in any way that he wanted and bring it back on the first day of school.
Oh, the stress that pre-school work can bring to a mommy who is new to this idea of sending a child to school. Doesn’t matter that I knew it was coming since, oh, his birth. Or conception. Or marriage.
Somebody give me back my grad school days, please!
My delimma: do I decorate the apple and let G help me? or does he decorate the apple and I help him?
After talking with my friend Mindy, I knew the answer and I was very much relieved.
I just did not want to be graded by my son’s preschool teacher. Thesis, anyone? Oral exams? But please, preschool art. That puts fear into this girl.
We set out to decorate his apple and G had a ball cutting out random shapes (well, we’re working on the “cutting” part) and glueing them to the apple. Further touch-ups followed with colored markers. He is proud of his apple, and so was I.
A+ folks, A+.
G's Apple - First homework assignment
Satisfied, we tucked it into his backpack to await the first day of school.
The following day, I was reading updated posts from the various blogs I follow and I stumbled upon a post by Beth Moore’s daughter Amanda, whose son also started preschool. The timing was impecable. Read it, you’ll enjoy it.
I felt so much better knowing that I was not the only mother with this dilemma, and God bless her sweet soul, it made me relieved that I chose to let G do the assignment. Her humility and willingness to laugh at herself as well as sharing it with the rest of us is awesome. Love that about Mrs. Beth’s daughter.
So thank you, Amanda.
Here’s G sporting his new backpack this morning on his way to school.
Diego Backpack - it was love at first sight for G
Definitely an A+ for mummy too, surviving this first of many hurdles that school and homework bring to parents
Don’t fret, it wasn’t until my son was in middle school (oh the shame) that I finally realized I was still calling it “our” homework and not “your” homework. I think I have done a little better with the second son. All in all 1st son is in college and survived his overly supportive mother.