Today was the big day!
Shool! (And yes, shool. Not school.)
Every day Leah takes her backpack, puts the most random toys in it, and says she’s gotta go to shool. She is definitely got the first born “learner” trait down pat. The kid loves to be quizzed. Loves to read and be read to. Loves to know the hows and whys of everything single thing she touches. Pre school is a given for her.
When I set out on this school choosing journey, I really didn’t know where to start. So what do you do when you don’t know what you’re doing… google. (And ask your sister). I knew I wanted more than a daycare. I also knew I wanted her to learn how to properly socialize (whatever that means for a three year old). I knew I didn’t want 1 teacher and 34 kids. But I didn’t really know I wanted a Christian school. Until I did.
My google search eventually led me to Catholic schools in the area. And I thought, “oh, I guess that’d be kinda fun.” A little more intimate than your run of the mill pre school and Catholic kids seem smart? But then I started seeing some of the tuition. Ha! Not paying $$$$ for my kid to learn the letters she already knows. But one way or another my Catholic search led me to a Lutheran search. And this little Lutheran school not far from us kind of seemed like a good fit. I liked the “curriculum” they posted, the pictures looked nice, and why not have her learn that Jesus loves her amongst ABC and 123?? The tuition was not that of the Catholic schools, so I knew I could safely mention it to Kyle. 🙂
He approved! We set up the tour.
Now. Leah has been a pill this week. I saw a word a while back that summed it up perfectly… threenager. She is everything emotional and defiant that your average 14 year old would be. God help me. I was a little worried pairing her current attitude with a Lutheran school tour. There’s just something about a Christian school that makes you think, “are we Holy enough for this?!” And Leah? This week. Not Holy.
But ready or not – the day was here. And man she was excited. She wanted to wear a dress. She wanted to take her backpack. She wanted to play with the kids.
We pull up and there is a class outside playing baseball (in their Lutheran uniform gym clothes), so immediately her little head perked up. “I wanna pay baseball, mommy!” I convinced her to come in with me first. We meet the super nice (imagine the nicest Lutheran you’ve ever met) head of the preschool department and she has two baskets of toys waiting for Leah while we chat “day in the life at school.” Leah perked up at the words, “ipad, playground, paint, and library.” It was seeming like a win in her eyes. But the tour was still to come.
We take off down the halls, and naturally, Leah wants to walk next to the director instead of her mother. At least she isn’t being a bear, was all I could think. And I had a happy Quinn on my hip. We peek in some of the classrooms, and Leah wants to walk in every one of them. Finally, we got to a three year old room and Leah walked in like she owned the place and immediately started playing with another little girl. I was shocked, not shocked. She’s like that – miss Independent – always has been. But at the same time, this is SCHOOL, Leah, you’re supposed to be a little afraid. Both the director and the teacher of that class laughed and congratulated her independence. The director asked the teacher if she and I could leave Leah while we finish the tour to see how she did.
How do you think she did?
She didn’t know I was gone.
When we came back she was playing happily like she had been there the entire year. It was definitely fun to watch her in that setting. I don’t care so much about ABC and 123, given that she already knows them. But I do care that she learns how to make friends, and gets used to a school setting in general before the big Kindergarten comes around. The teacher asked me if Leah could stay with them and go to the playground. Of course I said yes. First, the class was asked to clean up – and Leah participated! Look at that, she can do what she’s told, Kyle!! I hadn’t seen that in a while! Then they had to line up, and she walked right to the front of the line – but don’t worry, the kid at the front of the line quickly put her in her place. 🙂 She didn’t even look back at me as they marched down the hall in a perfect little Lutheran line. Outside she went. And upstairs Quinn and I went to talk enrollment.
Obviously, it wasn’t going to be a question of whether or not Leah would fit in or enjoy her time. I got a few more questions answered, learned what to sign and where. And back outside we went to get Leah. As we were walking towards the playground I could see her mixed right in with a group of kids. All these kids seemed so nice! To include her for the 20 minutes she was with them kind of blew my mind. Must be the Lutheran.
When we got there, the teacher again let me know that her independence is remarkable at such a young age. And then she said it, she told the director that if we choose to send Leah there in the fall that she wants her in her class, to write it down. Talk about proud mom. I guess, threenager and all, she’s not so bad of a kid. And hey, if she’s not going to listen to someone, I guess I’d rather it be me so she can save all of her good listening skills for shool.
We got our enrollment packet, Leah asked the director if she could come back ‘morrow, and with that we were off. A successful school tour. And suffice it to say, we probably won’t be touring any more shools.
As soon as we got all buckled in the car she licked some hand sanitizer and snapped her head band in half. Now that’s the Leah I know.
We gotta get some more Lutheran in her!