Tuesday, November 13, 2012
I cooked a pre-Thanksgiving dinner for my son, daughter and grand children on Sunday. It seems like we never get together on an actual holiday—well, rarely—so I figured I would make the best of it by celebrating whenever. And it was a holiday, anyway.
The grand kids had Monday off from school so they stayed overnight because their mom had to work. We had a busy day. Dane brought his packet of kindergarten homework. He is in an all day program and he has a packet of activities to practice letter recognition, numbers, and writing his full name.
Here is what I noticed about that. While we were walking around downtown Burlington (our trip to the city), he was constantly counting things—pigeons on the sidewalk, items in store windows, wrapped packages they were bringing in for setting up under a Christmas tree. He was reading off the letters and numbers on signs all over the place, even when we stopped at a light on the way home. He seemed to be having a delightful time practicing these skills. Then we got home and decided to do one of the activities. He has a hard time with the pencil and he got frustrated right away. “It’s so hard. I hate school.” That just broke my heart. He really does enjoy school though—at least for now.
The library was closed for Veteran’s Day, but I still had a job to complete. The kids helped me out. We made puppets.
The story time group is being treated to a puppet show and then the kids are going to make their own puppets. We made the examples. Since we ran out of paper towels during this activity, I made a tube puppet as well.
My daughter made the napkin holder when she was in middle school. All the schools around here have cut out those industrial art and home economics programs. Schools are making me feel sad today.