Tonight, I had to go to Back-to-School night, for parents, at Isabella's school. I am still in shock that my first born, my Isabella, is in first grade.
Let me air out a confession. I have been in school since I was four and a half (even earlier, if you count my attendance in preschool) and am still a student. Some would call me a lifetime student. But, I am not the greatest classroom learner. Through the years, I have figured out how to listen to the teacher in class and learn. However, my daughter, Isabella, is simply the manifestation of her mommy. I like to talk, I like to move, I like to be gleeful. That's not encouraged in the classroom.
How did I digress?
Expectations were delivered by her teacher. Isabella's teacher told us, the parents, what to expect, what the students are going to learn this year.
Isabella's had two weeks of school, two weeks of 1st grade. What a difference there is, so far, between first grade and kindergarten. She and her classmates have homework to do at home nearly every week night. I'm not talking about work that wasn't finished in class. I am talking about work set aside, to be completed in its entirety, at home.
Now, I am beginning to understand why some parents complain about homework.
By the time Isabella arrives home from school and gets settled, she has about an hour and a half before dinner time and bed time. AN HOUR AND A HALF. Unless she does her homework and her violin practice quickly, she doesn't really have time to play and relax. Though she'll be turning six in less than two weeks, she's still young.
While the teacher was jabbering (no, not really; but, as I said and admitted, I have trouble focusing just on what the teacher's saying), I thumbed through the folder she and Isabella put together. My eyes were fixed on the folder she was asked to personalize, pictured above.
In her picture, there are angels in the clouds. Later, when I got home and asked her to explain her picture, I found out one of her twin siblings is in the clouds and one is somewhat closer to the ground. One very striking observation I noticed right away, is that many of the figures in her picture, including angels, are wearing glasses. Her picture tells so many stories.
I looked at many of the other file folders around the classroom, and hers, by far, included the most detail and had so much to say. For my little girl, my daughter, my beloved, who has weathered so much in the last year, she shows so much maturity and promise.
I love you, darling Isabella.