Kids all over the country have headed back to school, and it’s hitting me really hard this year. It’s not all the COVID craziness, though I know children, parents, teachers, and administrators are all having a rough time with our current schooling reality. What’s making it feel real to me this year is that it’s the last year before my E goes off to school himself.
He just misses the age cutoff, and although I’m confident that he’s academically ready for kindergarten, as a teacher I just feel good about giving him one more trip around the sun to let him be a little boy with all day to play and learn on his own terms.
It’s got me thinking though. I have one year left of (relatively) unlimited time to nurture, lead, love, and teach my boy all of the foundational things that he MUST KNOW before he hits the school scene. And you guys, it’s not the 3 R’s (who named them that, anyway?!) that I’m worried about.
I’ve got less than 12 more months to teach him the foundational truths about who he is and where his awesome memory, curiosity, tenacity, oratory skills, kindness, and capacity to love come from.
After this, Disciple Dad and I will no longer be the sole contributors to E’s developing worldview. We’ll be letting teachers and kids from other families have a lot more sway in his life than anyone else has right now. No matter how much we trust his teachers (and we do), it’s definitely a bit scary to think about letting him go.