I do some volunteer hours at the school my kids go to. Being “retired” I have the time and it beats working, no matter the lack of remuneration.
I get to know some of the kids. I can tell when they’re happy or sad, when they’re ready for the day and when they need a little help.
There’s one guy I have gotten to know lately; call him Dennis. Dennis is a big kindergartener, looks like a first or second-grader. He moved here from the East Coast during the school year, so there were some adjustments to make. He seemed like a nice kid, and I got to know him a little better as the school year went on.
This is my second year with my own kids in school: I had one enter kindergarten last year, and my youngest this year, so I’m drawing just two years experience. What I have learned is that the first 3-4 months are a struggle, up until January rolls around. Then things start to gel, and by April and May, things are humming. Kids who are up and ready to work, willing to challenge themselves, just a joy to be around.
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