There is joy in children. Really. I mean it. Until they turn five. Then it's time to go to school! Five is a fabulous age to start learning by way of English, and math and science...and a Teacher. One that teaches in a school and gets paid. I am no teacher. Try as I might and imagine that I can...I can't. I know that patience is a vice of mine that I am here to learn. I'm not ignorant to that. But teaching children and the patience that comes with that is a whole new ball game
Our son loves to learn. LOVES it. He missed the date for starting school because of his birthday and that was a complete bummer. So it gave him another whole year to stay at home with Mom, and have a
miserable fun time. The poor kid has a great imagination but even that can only take him so far until he is quite literally bouncing off the walls in boredom. And as much as I want to help him...there's no patience to be had.
So here we are. Roughly 5 1/2 months away from him starting kindergarten. How do I feel about this? Well, I'm thrilled. And nervous. And happy. And scared. I'm so excited for him to go and make friends and learn to read and have an outlet besides us. I'm excited to have only one child that climbs up the walls and back talks and pushes me to the very last ounce of self control. But I'm heart broken that my "baby" is growing up. It's just the start of slowly not needing Mom as much as he used to. And that makes me sad. Until I think about how many more fights and head butting that is also going to come from him going to school.And how he's going to act like he is so much smarter than me. And that makes me exhausted!