Kinder…

Kinder…

No, not kinder…its not about being kinder to people. I’m talking about kindergarten. That place that kids seem to be going to earlier and earlier. Who knew. I didn’t even know 3 year old kinder was a thing until I had a child. Because, well I think most people I know have only ever sent their child/ren to 4 year old kinder or pre-school.

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So, next year E is off to kinder. The 3 year old variety. We went to an information night a few weeks ago and quite frankly it freaked me out. In many ways. Let me count the ways:

  1. My baby is starting kinder and entering the world next year.
  2. I’m not uber fab at meeting new people. Thankfully it wasn’t a big introduction-fest. Just a double room filled to the brim with mums, dads and kids hearing about last years kinder sessions by way of their AGM and some info for next year. Get a bigger bag was the take-away from that. And perhaps the only thing I could hear. Because, well, room full of kids.
  3. I had to go out looking like a decent member of society. In a group. Do people judge you at these things?
  4. My baby is starting kinder and entering the world next year.
  5. If I had questions would I be myself and ask them or be too daunted by the other people staring at me to ask? Because I’ve kind of been out for the loop for a while.
  6. Are there still cliques around? Will I be the oldest person there?
  7. My one and only, my bebe, my constant companion is starting kinder next year? Oh, I’ve mentioned that one? oops

That was the meeting element and the second part of my freak out.  The first started when I received the documentation to sign her up in the mail and I promptly read it and put it away to fill out later. Like one day before it was due. Perhaps trying to ignore the fact that this was happening.

And it all leads me to today. My third and I can guarantee not my last freak out on the subject. Again, days before the forms are due back at the kinder and central agency place (okay, 1 day before) I’m filling things out. Madly trying to get it done to send and hand in. And photos need to be printed too. The reason for the computer currently being on (a whole other topic but using bluetooth in-store to print from my phone just does not happen. Ever. Ever ever. So putting them onto a stick is the best option, until I can be bothered enough to find out why) and me writing to you today. Again a whole other story.

Forms for kinder, even 3 year old is immense. The kinder wants to know (rightly enough) all they can about your child to help them. But its one page with teensy boxes, front and back. To fit all my words into. Though we’re invited to add an extra page if necessary. So I did.

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Last night I filled out some pieces so I could get the chaps input into the form. So it wasn’t all my perspective. And he rightly pointed out when I mentioned using dot points instead of paragraphs (because I often use paragraphs and write a story. Oh bless, you didn’t notice xx) that it wasn’t an essay. Of course use dot points. And I mentioned to him after filling out one meaty section about what your child likes to do that I may need that extra piece of paper. I think I shouldn’t have given myself free reign like that. At all. I’ve filled all the boxes, apart from one or two and so far an entrie A4 sheet, front and back. With dot points. About my child, her likes, dislikes, fears, skills, things she can do, things she likes to do. And I’m wondering if its too much. Or not enough.

How the heck do I give my bebe. E, my little companion and walking heart over to other people without telling them how she likes to approach being with others? How she likes you to encourage her in the playground? How she enjoys playing dress ups and often likes you to be involved and play with her? How she loves to do the things you do and tries to be independent but if you let her do these specific things she’ll be happy? How she can peel a mushroom and crack eggs – you know, if it ever comes up and they’re baking a frittata. The way she tells you things are her favourite but they’re not, she just really likes them in the moment she’s speaking to you. The way she always wants her sunglasses on outside. Will they get all that? Will they understand and cherish her the way I do, and let her be independent when needed, foster her heart and beautiful ways?

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I’m not sure I’m ready for kinder yet. You don’t even want to know the minimal number of hours she’ll be there. But thats ok, I might be lucky and make it through the first weeks. I’m hoping I actually leave the carpark. Seriously.

And in true fashion of the dizzying nature I have we sent off the forms today, just a day before they were due. And handed in the information sheet about E. Where the reception wasn’t the most welcoming. And I am left hoping thats because it was 3pm and they finish work at 3.3opm today or are racing about like crazy getting things organised for tomorrow. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt. Because next year I’ll be entrusting the little to them. Her heart and mind. And really, mine too.

Have a brilliant day, or the rest of it and stay out of the heat if you’re near any. I may be moving to the snow!

xx

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Kinder…

    1. Fi, oh how the tears flowed thinking of you and feeling your pain of separation of your Bebe. the memories of my separation of my first born, you, to the big world of kinder. My heart goes out to you, love you xox

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