The last week The Husband and I were privileged to be at our very first Teacher-Parent Meeting. Fun stuff that.
My son is bright, smart, and funny. Evan, like his mama, loves to talk and tell stories, which now the teachers ask if he’s telling a story or something that actually happened. I can only imagine what he tells them. He does well with counting, colors, but he’s still struggling with writing, which is why we’ve been practicing at home for the last several months. He’s ready for kindergarten . . . academically.
Socially, it’s another story. Evan can’t figure out personal space. He gets fidgety and then starts to poke, touch, lean on, mess with the person next to him. He gets a tad too aggressive at play time. He hasn’t hurt anyone, just annoys the heck out of the kids. Except one. A little girl with an older brother who won’t let Evan push her buttons. Got to love that spirit. Even Evan’s friends get a little annoyed with him. I can’t say I blame them because I watch Evan snatch a toy from one of the kids after school to get him or her to chase him. I have to intervene when the child gets upset when Evan can’t be caught.
The funny thing is when I’m there, Evan doesn’t act up. He sits quietly during the circle time, keeping his hands to himself. He doesn’t bother the other kids. It’s another reason his teachers love me there to help.
At the meeting, the suggestion of keeping Evan out of kindergarten for a year was thrown around the table. The teachers think he needs more social practice. The Husband doesn’t want to push Evan. He is a summer birthday after all. But I think he would grow incredibly bored next year, since he’s ready academically, and become more of a problem. Not only that, I can’t imagine dealing with an 18 year old senior in high school for the entire school year.
Our plan is to get more play dates for Evan. The Husband took him to visit a friend who has a friend with kids the same age as Evan and Sean. The men watched football, and the boys played together. I’m trying to close the deal with several moms at school that I’ve been trying to be friends with outside the school yard. We’re planning on getting Evan into some sport or class as soon as the next city programs are out, which means this time I can’t forget the dates . . . . um, again. (Of course, the book is out the day after my due date, and the class sign up starts the week after. It’s a cruel joke.)
Soooo, you think we’ve covered it?