Well, well, well…..look who fell off the wagon for August and is coming back for vengeance in September. YOU GOT IT! That would be me! I have no excuses, none. Other than, I really wanted to just be lazy and live out the rest of my summer with my daughter and prep for her to go to 6th grade ((can you hear me ugly crying right now)).
Yesterday, we had 6th grade orientation. Let me back up and refresh your memory, or if you are new here, give you the back story to our education experience, thus far. Daniella, my daughter, has been attending parochial school since she started her academic career. Now, you may be wondering why on earth she is moving from a parochial school to a public school, when really, it tends to be the opposite for most children. Well, fifth grade did not pan out so well for us. Sometimes, as a mother, you have to make tough decisions that are in the best needs of the child. This one required us to move into a public school that is designed to have her in a class that is shared by same grade students and teaches one subject at a time.
In her parochial school, they were set up as a multi-level grade classroom. This works out well for students that have a great deal of self-direction, a teacher that encourages self-direction by teaching them how and those who can work amidst different classes being taught while they work on their school work independently. This is not my daughter. She gave 5th grade a wonderful effort and sadly between all the circumstances and the end result, I felt it was best to move her into a public school. We are so blessed that this middle school is broken down from three different buildings that house 6th, 7th, and 8th grade independently, then again by smaller learning communities within each building.
Daniella will receive each class taught within a certain timed period and be able to individualize each class and shift her brain accordingly. She will be able to have a teacher that aligns her focus and drives her contributions for each said class.
I was worried about a lot of things. A much, much, much larger body of students, how will she know where she is going, what about before school and after school care, will she be ok?! The questions were all answered today. Yes, she will be ok. They have a ton of staff, security and they have it all mapped out. She has an 8th grade buddy and teachers who will ensure her success and before and after school care was just me being crazy. We got this and there is a whole school of people who absolutely love these kids and want them to succeed. My worries were for nothing. The best part? Daniella is so very excited to start this new chapter AND it only took her TWICE to get her locker combination down and how to open it.
As parents, often times our worries are bigger than theirs and tend to outshine their capabilities to adapt and be resilient. I always try to remember that children arrive at so many days with no worries because often times, they don’t know HOW to worry. They weren’t taught WHAT to worry about. It is my job as the parent to worry for her to take deep dives into discovering new things that help her grow. Sure, I am sure she had a split second of “what if no one likes me and what if I can’t get my locker opened?” But, rest assured, that is how big the worry should/is and just like mine, they faded away the second the teacher/principal started talking about all the wonderful things.
Sixth grade. I successfully kept my child alive to make it to sixth grade. Go me! (insert sarcasm) Parents, everything is going to be fine. Here is to another school year!