The Letter

The first day of Kindergarten was a heart wrenching time for me as an “at home mom”.

You think you can be brave, you are excited and feel hope that you have given your child wings to fly and roots to keep them grounded out in the “Big”’ world. You stand there and wave and smile as the big yellow school bus pulls away. Inside you are torn, ecstatic that you will have time to do all you had not been able to do before and then your thoughts are “What will I do with all that time?”

My child, my home and family were my “job”.

I felt like I was being “downsized”.

I was now turning my child, whom I had hovered over, protected, nurtured and cared for the past five and a half years. I was entrusting her to “someone else” for the next step in life’s long journey; Someone who would educate, care for, and nurture her for at least seven hours of the day.

What?!

How could I just let her walk “cold” into a new situation and expect her not only to survive, but thrive? I felt strongly (actually I have been called a zealot) that I needed to share information with this person, her teacher, who was now responsible for the next phase in my child’s development. I felt the need to let her teacher know ”where she was coming from”. My thinking was, that way, when my daughter(s) crossed over the threshold into the classroom she would not be a complete stranger.

I did not want to wait a month until “Back to School” night to have my ten minutes of fame to share all I knew about my daughter in just a brief moment with I front of a room full of other anxious parents. I wanted the teacher to have the best resources at her finger tips so that when she laid eyes upon my child she did not have to spend the next three weeks “putting her in a category”.

So, from Kindergarten forward I have sent my girls to school with “The Letter”.

In this letter I introduce myself, I share the dynamics of our family situation (which changed from year to year), who else lives in our home, pets, hobbies, and the special summer experiences or life changing experiences that may have occurred in my children’s lives.

I also tried to share what I felt might be some of their strengths and weakness, not to prejudice the teacher, but just to give her a heads-up.

Example; The youngest daughter not only had “bat ears” that picked up all surrounding conversations, she was also defiantly a ‘tactile’ learner; And, oh yeah, a nurturer and a social butterfly.   The oldest was a visual and audio learner, very reserved, and organized.

Hmm… Traits they still have today.