is just not so great. Selam doesn’t like it. We have big sobfests every Sunday night about going back. There’s nothing in particular wrong from her view, but nothing in particular is right, either. I’m ready to be done and move on.
I just read/watched this piece. And while I have some discomfort with it, I sort of wish I’d done that. I sort of wish I’d sent her to one more year of pre-school, not because I think she wasn’t ready socially or academically, and not because I want her to be a leader or to excel in athletics.
I just think she isn’t ready to be a big kid. She hates being called a big kid. She still watches Dora the Explorer and Sesame street. She still believes that the cat eats the monsters in her room at night. She still believes in monsters. I kind of wish I had honored the fact that a) she’s young for her grade, b) she’s an ELL, and c) she lost much of her 2 year old year to constant moves and changes while in ET, d) she spent the year she was three learning a new language, culture, food and families–and going through way too many medical tests and shots. She misses her little girl-ness. She didn’t get as much of it as she should have, due to circumstances beyond her control.
I remember considering it, briefly–we don’t have the funding for an extra year of pre-school, so it was, really, just conjecture. My concerns about holding her back were: her height–she’s already one of the tallest in the class; she would be the oldest then–and turn 18 in the fall of her senior year of high school. Of course, I turned 18 in the December of my senior year of high school. I don’t know why I thought this was a big deal, but I did.
We could repeat kindergarten, of course, but I think that socially, she’d struggle with that. And honestly, I don’t know if I can take another year of this. Please tell me first grade is easier??