I love Seth’s teacher.
Every morning the kids have a meeting, in which they sit in a circle and are given the opportunity to share. She picks the first kid, and the child shares something and then takes three questions from his/her peers. The hands are flying, but after three questions the child standing and sharing says, “Thank you, that was three,” and then picks the next child who gets to share.
That child shares, takes three questions and picks the third and final child who will share that day.
Not every child is picked to share. Not every child gets their question answered. They learn to gracefully deal with being disappointed, but given that the teacher picks the first child to share, she can make sure no one consistently gets left out.
I sat in on the morning share time Seth’s first day, and there is something adorable about seeing your kid, standing there in his little khaki pants, looking like he’s running a business meeting and saying, “Thank you, that was three.”
Seth is busy learning all day. They have P.E. every day, which is wonderful if you are a P.E. loving boy. (P.E. everyday would be awful for Riley, which is why they go to different schools). He’s jumped back into school with such grace. His teacher was homeschooled herself so she understood a lot about where he was coming from, and was so supportive. Even though Seth was afraid at first, he was willing to go. Willing to try. He’s doing really well. I talked with the students the first day about his tics and it has not been an issue. He’s been there a little over a month, and not one child has made a remark about them to him or to his teacher.
At the end of the day I pick him up. Each child has to run to their teacher, tell her they see their parent in the carpool lane, and shake her hand good-bye. It kills me every time, seeing him act like a little man, so formal, shaking hands.
My day isn’t complete unless I’ve tickled the snot out of him.
He loves it. I love him.