School Daze . . . some things never change!

It’s been a busy week here along the Wasatch. Along with our more mundane routine, keeping up with the Republican National Convention and the gym, Hubby and I were busy squiring grandchildren to and from school due to Mommy’s illness. Along with thousands of other children, they began school last week, Thomas in first grade at the elementary school at the bottom of the hill, and three-year-old Vimmy in a local Montessori school, a real school, she says, not day care. It’s been a long time since our own were in school so there were some things we’d forgotten that invariably go along with any new school year.

The 3-year-old, who isn’t exactly the most flexible of children when it comes to change, is trying because she accepts that big girl school is part of the natural order of things. But that doesn’t make it easy. She’s had quite a bit of change thrown at her this summer–a switch from her baby crib to a new big-girl bed, Daddy being out of town at conferences, Mommy working long hours, along with leaving all her old friends and her favorite teacher Miss Cat at the day care, being thrust in with 20 other children she’s never seen before–all within a few weeks. Naturally she’s showing the typical signs of stress. Top all of it off with Mommy falling ill, and it’s just too much for a little girl to handle at one time. How do you tell a child that this too will pass? If only there such a thing as a magic wand to wave.

So it was really hard when we had to leave her the first time, Tuesday morning. Two days the week before wasn’t long enough and the 3 day weekend made the new school and people all the more strange I’m sure.  She was being very quiet and clinging to my hand–this from a child who is so independent she’s insisted on doing everything for herself for the past year, even when it would have been so much easier and faster for a grownup to do it for her, everything from putting on her own socks to buckling her own seatbelt. But I hugged and kissed her, and eventually talked her into joining the other children gathering in a circle around the carpet to begin the school day.

The next day, she campaigned her objection more forcefully by collapsing on the sidewalk, having a temper tantrum, then begging to go to my house instead of school. It was even more heart wrenching to leave her this time. One thing about this child, she doesn’t want the public to see her stress so when we got into the school room, the only signs of her discomfort was the clinging to my hand. Eventually she joined in the line with other children to go outside for Spanish. She wanted to join in, I could tell by the tiniest of grins trying to cross her lips, but she still held tightly to my hand, not crying. I knew the sadness she was feeling. I’ve felt it myself thousands of times over the years. Again I told her everything would be okay, and I’d see her later on. But I left her that day with a lump in my throat. Then I came home and worried, something I’m quite used to doing, even though I know it’ll be alright eventually.

At the end of the day we found out what had happened after we left in the morning. It seems there had been another child having even more trouble settling in and his daddy left him screaming. According to the teachers, Vimmy went over to him and wrapped her arms around him and told him, “don’t worry. Your mommy will come back.” Needless to say, the teachers were as impressed as we were. Adjustment will be slow, but we know it will come. Within a week or two, Vimmy will be helping the teachers teach, I just know it.

That same afternoon, Thomas climbed into Grampa’s car as excited as he could be, opened up his backpack and pulled out a coupon book. “Grampa, today I got my very own credit card,” he said, then began going on and on about how lucky he was to have his own credit card already and he was only in the first grade. He informed his little sister in that big brother tone that she wasn’t old enough yet, because you had to be in first grade to get your own credit card. She would have to wait three more years.

Obviously, this child–and I imagine most every other child in first grade–did not understand what that coupon book was for. In his childish mind, the sales hype they’d been given meant that the plastic card on the inside front cover was a credit card to be used for all kinds of things without having to pay for them, and all he had to do was get his parents to send in $20 for it. Imagine the power of a card that works like that! What six-year-old wouldn’t be ready to go out and beg the neighbors to give him $20 for it. It was a real service he was offering.

Imagine! Second day of school and already the big assignment was to sell coupon books to your family, neighbors and friends at $20 each. I know it’s a fund raiser for the school, but I’ve always taken exception to making kids into door to door salesmen. I hated it when I was a kid in school, I hated it our kids were coerced into it years later. As a PTA officer I tried–along with a few other supporters–to abolish the practice altogether by asking parents to offer the equivalent of what they’d spend buying the useless merchandise anyway, and outright donate $5 or $10 dollars at the beginning of the school year, and then ONLY if they could afford or wished to.  I guess we weren’t rebellious enough for that idea never passed.

By the time he went to bed, Thomas was a lot wiser but sadder child than the one who came home from school that day. No credit card for Thomas after all! His parents had decided to take a stand against the exploitation of their child in the schools. Yes, they know schools are always underfunded, but with the taxes we all pay, whose fault is that? What they’re doing instead is what I and my PTA cohorts tried to do years ago. They’re writing a check to the school to deposit in the same fund the proceeds of the coupon book sales would go to, and they’re sending the book back to the school.

Thanks! But no thanks! All I can say is Bravo!

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5 thoughts on “School Daze . . . some things never change!

  1. nice post, though you make me and frank sound so heroic instead of just bitter lazy and fractiously obstinate.

    i have to say that this morning, poor little vimmy talked to us in bed about how she doesn’t have friends at school yet, and she doesn’t have anybody to play with. when her brother says this, it must be treated like the b**sh**t it is, but i think she is telling the truth – it takes her longer to connect to new people, especially other kids, and alot of the kids her age appear to be boys…

    on the other hand, her big brother said “I’m your big brother so i’ll always be your friend” when he heard it. which was sweet, if a total lie.

  2. So sorry his credit card was air. No, he certainly didn’t understand. Yes, I too hated to fund raise for anybody. I still think of selling Girl Scout cookies as slave labor. So sorry she had to leave her day care so early. Sad another year wouldn’t have done. Hope their mom will be ok soon.

  3. Oh, what a poignant post. I had a lump in my throat also reading about poor little Vimmy. But gosh, wasn’t that SO sweet how she helped that little boy. Now THERE is a child that will grow up to always help others less fortunate than herself. A very special little girl. And you Grandma….good job! That’s SO tough leaving them like that.
    And I say bravo also to your daughter and her husband. I so agree! Much better to just write a check to help out. I never liked my kids doing that either. I guess he learned an adult lesson early in first grade.
    Sure hope your daughter will be up to par soon and it’s nothing serious.

  4. Talking about going to school for the first time, nothing beats the story of my son, Syazwan, the way he answered all those questions during his Pre-K interview. It was in Athens, Georgia. Before he was accepted to join Pre-K class over in Chase Street Elementary, he had to undergo this evaluation interview. Though it has been more than ten years now, I could still vividly remember how well he answered the questions.

    Question 1: “What will you do when you are cold?”
    Answer: “I will put on my jacket the whole day long!”

    Question 2: “What will you do when you are hungry?”
    Answer: “I will ask my brother for some rice.”

    Question 3: “Then what will you do?”
    Answer: “Then I will eat the rice!”

    I was flabbergasted. I could not believe what I had just heard. I did not know that he was so well versed with English. His southern drawl was just unbelievable and we were in Georgia for just three months. Too busy with my Masters I did not realize that he had to communicate with his international friends in the family housing area. Within just a short time he could speak English so well!

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