I began doing kindergarten interviews this week. Each child comes into my class for some one-on-one time. I walk them around the classroom, talk with them about the things they're interested in, and do some "work" with them to find out if they know their colours, can draw a person, can identify their name, and count with one-to-one correspondence.
One little girl won me over the second I saw her coming down the hall with her Papa:
She'd gone out for a lunch date with my dad, and was so proud of her tights. She handed me a letter the moment she came into the classroom. It read:
Dear Mrs. Pinkerton
Please be kind to my little grandchild because she's only four years old, and still a baby in so many ways.
She really felt grown up as she put on her new shoes and tights, and felt she could still run in them.
I've combed her hair so pretty and found a tiny barrette so she would look cute for her teacher. I know she'll be happy at school because her mommy is her teacher.
Love and hugs, Nanny
Miss Violet wowed me with her grasp of the concepts she'll need coming into Junior Kindergarten (I already knew she'd ace the interview!). My mom's letter to me made me cry, so I got her back by sending THIS letter back to her with Violet (I give a copy to all the mothers on interview day):
The First Day
I gave you a little wink and smile
As you entered my room today.
For I know how hard it is to leave
And know your child must stay.
You've been with your child for four years now
And have been a loving guide,
But now, alas, the time has come
To leave her at my side.
Just know that as you drive away
And tears down your cheeks may flow
I'll love her as I would my own
And help her learn and grow.
For as a parent, I too know
How quickly the years do pass
And that one day soon it will be my turn
To take my child to class.
So please put your mind at ease
And cry those tears no more
For I will love her and take her in
When you leave her at my door.
When I got home, mom had tears in her eyes and said she couldn't read it until just before I returned from work.
Ah, the bittersweet nature of firsts...