I remember visiting open house last year to preview the little public school down the street from our house. The main image that sticks out in my mind is how there was so much amazing art in each classroom. It seemed perfect for my budding artist of a daughter. But there were so many questions... was she ready for school five days a week? Was it wise to send her to public school in crazy, liberal California? How would we figure out drop offs and pick ups with three kids and two jobs? But if any of our children would thrive at school, it would be her. Our extrovert-since-birth, talking in sentences at age one, blond haired, blue eyed girl. The stakes were low (it’s just pre-k after all) and the cost was enticing (free), so we decided to try it out this year.
Tonight we walked into open house and the art no longer belonged to some ambiguous older kids. It was hers. Books and paintings galore. Letters, numbers, animals, and emotions. Zianne and her friend were the designers of the giant rainbow castle her class built out of recyclable materials earlier this semester. She just learned the term “illustrator” this week and now she can add “architect” to her list as well.
One of my favorite things about Z is that she possibly loves school as much as I do. In a world of homeschooling, unschooling, and different learning styles, don’t forget about those of us who simply love regular school. Calendar time and recess. Teachers and friends. Tests and papers. Routines and memorization. Field trips and guest speakers. We love the mundane moments, the relationships, the organization, the competition, and the collaboration. We love the spelling tests as much as we love the art projects. There are so many different ways to learn and grow. I am so glad that traditional school is one of them, and I think the architect up above would agree with me. #zianneeileen - 59 minutes ago