#2019 We took the path less travelled

Two quotes come to mind about what I did earlier in the day.

The first is the classic usually attributed to Albert Einstein.

“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

The next is a section of a poem by Robert Frost, and I really encourage you to look it up because it is a beautiful one. But it’s the end section, which goes like this:

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

Their similarities lie in doing the ‘other,’ in not doing the expected or same thing, and taking a risk I guess in whatever it is you feel bound to choose between.

Very simply, I took a walk with baby girl this morning. It was late morning, close to lunch, but we wandered to our little local cafe, got a cappuccino and babycino, she got a cookie, and instead of the normal, ‘straight’ route home…

I asked “do you wanna walk a different way home?”

It was twisty, it was turny… I had to check the maps on my phone just to see that we would in fact still end up on our street eventually!

But we saw different houses, encountered different birds, and amazingly, even bumped into baby girl’s school teacher who was walking her dog!

It was honestly, a breath of fresh air, and all it took was going the other way.

I guess at this time of frustration and same-old-same-old routine, we can’t expect to feel any different if we are always doing the same things, and following the same paths?

Change it up a little. Even if all that means is, another way home. 💖

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#1981 Lockdown sleep

I had this thought like the night before baby girl started Term 3 of school.

So, last Sunday night.

“Hmm, so no lockdown? This will be a LONG term. No public holidays. But she’s back at school… So that’s good.

That’s good.”

Next minute?

LOCKDOWN!

But we need to look at the positives. Like sleep. Sleeping in, that is. Because when I’m not getting up for work, I am actually sleeping in to late morning with her, and it’s the only saviour in this Winter July Lockdown, that has no definite end date, while I am agonised during the day with home-schooling.

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You know, I am doing an extra job! A job I haven’t been trained in, that I am not paid for, and a job that is made much worse because I am her mother, not her teacher…

Do you know the stuff they get away with because they’re at home? Do you know the number of times I’ve said to her “Would you do/say/be like that in front of your teacher?”

And the response I get?

“No.”

No! That’s right, the smart-arsed difficult replies are reserved to only me, the parent, because I know so clearly what I am doing!

I DON’T!

But this is turning into more of a whinge, so let’s go back. The sleep.

Yes, the sleep.

Ahhh.

Or more…

Zzzzzz.

#1769 Another year over

Yep. We’re done peeps!!

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It was probably a good thing that baby girl walked out the school gate, then told me she’d left her jacket in her classroom.

“Well you better go get it, we won’t be back ’til next year!”

This meant we had to go back into the school, and then I happened across her teacher. It was perfect timing. Even though restrictions at school had also eased like everything else, and parents were allowed back into the school if necessary… they preferred to keep as many of us out on the other side of the gates as possible.

This meant no classroom visits, and no face-to-face teacher talks.

We had a brief talk. We hadn’t chatted like that for a while. She told me her plans for next year… long service leave, so she wouldn’t be back, not immediately anyway. We laughed. She told me she had enjoyed getting to know baby girl this year, even though almost half the year had been lost. It had left them with a bittersweet feeling.

They had only gotten used to each other, and it was all over.

“Oh, and she’s funny!” She told me. I listened eagerly.

“The other day when she brought in my present, she said to me, ‘just you wait Ms, oh my God, you are going to be overcome when you see this present!”

I laughed out loud. It sounded just like her. I loved getting this window into her world at school, a world that we need to literally pry out of her at dinner time, or have to wait until she is ‘in the mood’ to be privy to a little bit of.

I was relieved. She was acting at school, just like she did with us at home.

That is a good thing.

Merry end of school all. 💖🎄

#1702 Day 204 of getting there: She’s back! Part 2

Oh what a morning.

Baby girl was excited. I was excited.

It felt like the first day of primary school ALL over again.

In one way, it kinda was.

On day 79 of my corona ‘getting there’ posts I wrote “She’s back”…

125 days ago.

After the first lockdown.

Of course it felt like the first day again.

Baby girl pranced up the street. Music floated over from the school office. Teachers were all over the place, greeting students with smiling eyes behind their half-covered faces.

Bubbles! Bubbles were floating down the street from the gates, designed to make it that much more special for the kids.

And… the original lollypop man was back! He’s been AWOL, some injury I think, and the little time we got to go back to school last term, just wasn’t the same without him there.

He was happy to be back! We were happy to be back!

Everyone was smiling. 😁😁😁

Still, I couldn’t wait to pick her up at the end of the school day.

The verdict?

She was happy and TIRED.

YES.

Bring on tomorrow!

#1671 Day 173 of getting there: school iso feedback

It’s interesting to get feedback from your child’s teacher on their school progress.

It’s even better when the feedback is good. ðŸĪĐ

I had an online conference call with baby girl’s teacher today. She’s been doing well for the level she’s at… but my main happiness came when she told me baby girl is past the expected reading level for this time of year.

My eyes, shone.

I mean, I read. I write. I don’t expect my daughter to love to read, and write.

Well, I do expect her to appreciate reading, and to be well-read.

Which is why we read, often, and I try to get her to read independently as much as she can. She was put into an extra reading group at the start of the year as well, so to hear now that she has jumped 5 reading levels since the beginning, and can probably even go up another level soon…

I had to hold back the tears. I was super grateful. Super happy.

I still am. 😍💖

#1668 Day 170 of getting there: finding humour in the school day

Today it’s a much lighter topic.

I think I’m about to give baby girl’s teacher a reason to laugh, so I think that is pretty cool.

When you can offer someone happiness, even in the form of laughs… well that’s good, right?

It was late into the evening, and baby girl still had one school task left to do. It was after dinner, and I opened my laptop to open the maths video on ‘Mass.’

We both watched it, and her job was to then find 6 items from within the house, and line them up first from smallest to largest… then lightest to heaviest.

So I said “go on, find some things.”

She went around picking up things, here, and there… and then she brought one item in from the kitchen.

And I paused.

“Uh…”

I paused again.

“I don’t know if I want your teacher to see that!”

I paused again, thinking hard. “Stuff it. Leave it.”

Here’s her arrangement of smallest to largest. See if you can pick what I was talking about:

LOL. That empty wine bottle. EMPTY wine bottle! At first I was like “what will she think? That I’m an alcoholic?”

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But then I was like, so what?

I am working and homeschooling FROM HOME, damn hell I need a wine!

It’s not like I drank it all in one night… it’s actually been getting lower over two weeks, so little is my wine consumption lately.

But my reasons were five-fold.

Tomorrow I have the day off work.

Tuesdays are a bit of a Saturday night in our house with Hubbie off too on Wednesdays.

Fuck it, I just wanted to.

Life is short. Read yesterday’s post.

I like wine. Duh.

As much as I was like “damn baby girl’s teacher is gonna share this photo around with all the other teachers!” the other part of me was thinking it’d be a nice little, real representation of life at the moment…

That they are still allowed to laugh about. LOL. Even I am.

Can you just imagine the stuff teachers see, hear, and are exposed to? Who knows what your child has said to them, about you??? ðŸ˜ŪðŸ˜ŪðŸ˜ŪðŸ˜ēðŸ˜ēðŸ˜ē

#1577 Day 79 of getting there: She’s back!

Baby girl has spent 11 weeks at home.

This was comprised of 6 weeks of home schooling.

2 weeks of school holidays.

3 weeks of bullshit.

11 weeks done. Dusted.

But today, baby girl was back at school!

Yes!

She had the best day! Her teacher told me she couldn’t stop smiling.

She told me countless times, that she had the most amazing day.

Hey, I even felt amazing!

Yay! Finally a feeling other than frustration, despondence, sadness.

And there was also, sunshine. 🌞

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#1481 School care

Earlier tonight I was telling Hubbie how I would tell any new Mum, a Mum with young child, hell, even a parent who had a child that didn’t have the perks of what I’m about to divulge, about something unbelievably fantastic that they MUST have in their child’s school.

I would even encourage parents without this school perk to seriously consider moving their kids elsewhere.

But firstly, to explain… baby girl has been babied, all her life.

She’s had me picking her up from kinder and primary school, at the precise start and end time, every time.

With the start of primary school, Hubbie was thrown in the mix too, so that on Wednesdays he joined me in dropping her off and picking her up, and there has maybe been, um, 3 times that he’s had to get her that I wasn’t there…

But really, I have dropped her off/picked her up from school 99.99% of the time… Hubbie 0.01%.

But it’s always been US. 9:15 and 2:15 at kinder. 9:00 and 3:30 at school.

ON THE MARK.

But that ALL dramatically changed today. Because not only was she there for before school care… she was there at the start time of 6:45.

6:45!

And if that wasn’t enough, that wasn’t even all. She was there for after school care for about 30 minutes as well.

Hubbie and I were stressing a bit, I won’t lie… but she was amazing. She got up on time, listened to us in the crazy morning rush, and by the end of the day when I picked her up, I felt like I was interrupting her… here was a hall full of 40 kids, all sitting around tables having healthy after-school snacks, with baby girl lining up to get her share!

She took a plate home though… too right, I paid for that half hour! 😉

But she seriously loved it.

It’s all fun and games for the little ones. And why wouldn’t it be? She was with friends, kids from her class, they got to eat breakfast in the morning, snacks after school, have a supply of movies, board games, colouring, games they played with the care teachers, they had really, EVERYTHING.

It’s a freaking holiday.

On her takeaway plate was some fruit, vegies, a pancake with jam, cheese and crackers, and as we got into the car I said “no fair, I want to go to after school care!”

“Nope, you can’t!”

Damn it. But quietly, YES.

So back to my main point. If you are looking at schools for your kid, look at which ones provide before and after school care. It’s a win-win. Your child has fun, they’re in a familiar place, and you get to be a human being and go to work and talk to adults.

Like I said, WIN-WIN.

BEST. THING. EVER.

#1311 Proud Mama

I had to pick up baby girl earlier from school today.

As I entered the classroom after 3pm, I had temporarily forgotten it wasn’t her teacher I’d be seeing… that morning I had seen a man lead the class inside the building, and not only was it odd to be seeing a guy, with so many female teachers prevalent there, a guy wearing a formal shirt no less, but it was a guy wearing a shirt who in a matter of some minor movements, gesturing towards him as the kids followed, I realised was the type of guy, rather, the type of teacher, who despite being nice, also meant business.

I remembered all these observations as I wandered in this afternoon. I looked out at the kids: they were seated immaculately, almost with the same measurement of distance between each of them throughout the room.

I realised, amused, that this was the kind of teacher that made you feel like you couldn’t wait to get your regular one back. He was the kind of teacher who didn’t let the kids choose, jump up as they liked, and muck about because they felt like it…

This teacher, chose for you.

I introduced myself to him and told him I had arrived to take baby girl a bit earlier. He asked where she was and I pointed her out to him… and as she saw me and began to stand and get her bag, he told me something.

She had won a prize! “Do you mind if I say some words before you go?”

Of course! 

He motioned to the board as well, and I saw that written on it was her name with two other kids names, as well as the title “outstanding behaviour.”

YOU CAN MAKE ALL THE FUSS YOU WANT.

I stood there as he told the class that baby girl was getting a prize for her outstanding effort that day, and proceeded to draw out one of those Woolies seed pods they are handing out at the moment. She looked up at him, a bit stunned but happy, and said a sweet ‘thank you.’

Yep. That’s my girl.

It wasn’t so much that she got a prize, or even that her name was up on the board for outstanding behaviour… it was that he, a teacher who had only met her that day, who didn’t know her at all, who had a clean slate with her and who came into the classroom completely unbiased, was able to ascertain that she was pretty awesome.

She was outstanding.

But to me, that is always the case. â™Ĩâ™Ĩâ™Ĩâ™Ĩ

#1221 Her first report

I don’t know how other schools do it… but today I discovered that prior to the interview I’ll be attending next week to discuss the past semester with baby girl’s teacher, a report is released… in advance.

I was told that it was accessible, today, via the school app.

But I didn’t rush. We had dinner, showers, cleaned up. As curious as I was, I figured it might be a whole lot of generic statements. Things like “she plays with well others” or “she works independently and is self-sufficient” I expected to just be filled in with her name inserted in the line –

“Baby girl plays well with others.”

“Baby girl works independently and is self-sufficient.”

Sure, there was a bit of that, especially from the specialist subjects. But what I was really interested in was the break-down of her skills and her abilities, and what she had achieved and learnt this year so far.

And I got really emotional. In a GOOD way.

And no it isn’t because she is first in the class. She didn’t get a perfect scorecard. Her teacher outlined her strengths, the areas that she still needs to grow in, and most importantly, wrote that she was doing brilliantly because she was so willing, and gave so much effort in her tasks.

I was so proud. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Giving a damn? Trying? Wanting to do your best?

And in that regard, she was tops.

Hubbie and I were so rapt. I went to my wallet looking for money… but found nothing.

Hubbie’s wallet “I got nothing!”

I went shuffling through my work coin purse and fished out a pink note.

“We don’t have a lot to give you now honey,” I said as I put the 5-er in her hand. “But we are soooo proud of you!”

And off she went with a smile to shove it into her unicorn money box.

A for effort. 🙂 â™Ĩ