Technically the title of this post is a misnomer, as your school doesn't do report cards in the traditional sense, but today was our very first parent-teacher conference at School of Arts and Sciences. And in a way, it was our first actual parent-teacher conference. That DOES NOT mean in anyway that Advent didn't have them; we did winter and spring conferences to keep track of your progress, but you and I were at the same school. If your teachers had an issue, it was pretty much open conversation right at that moment. Sometimes even on the playground, which I really appreciated. I could see you throughout the day, so I had a general idea of your progress, but with this conference, everything was new.
You spend roughly six and a half hours at kindergarten. I drop you off at 8:45am, and then I pick you up again (or Grandma Brooks does, on Thursdays) at 3:20. Then after an hour of time with you, it's time for me to teach lessons, and most of the time, you go to bed before I finish. That means, from the time I get you up at 7:15 in the morning until the time you go to bed at 7:45pm, I spend exactly 2 and a half hours with you. And it is positively killing me. But you, my boy, seem to be thriving. You love school, and you love learning, and while I miss being able to spy on you from my own classroom, you are growing into an independent little man, and I am so proud of you, even if dropping you off in the car-drop-off line makes me die a little inside.
Today's conference only made me more proud.
The first things out of Ms. Tricia's mouth were, "Ian is a great student. He's a good kid and a good listener. He follows directions well." All of the academic stuff came after (and you are doing fantastically by the way), but I held on to those little words like you would savor the taste of something sweet. Because they were words that touched my heart and relieved my mind. The transition to kindergarten from a mommy-infiltrated Advent was a big one, and you seem to have conquered it. And you're doing so with your typical Ian grace and kindness and sweetness.
I didn't have many concerns as far as your academics go; you're out-smarting me most of the time as it is. But knowing that you are well behaved, kind and a good person means more to mean that any "A" or percentile ranking.
But I do expect good grades, Mister.
I love you,