Sweetheart G is home sick with a cold. Really, yesterday was the day she should have spent at home, but in one of those Mommy Logic moments I sent her yesterday and kept her today. I knew (in that underground Mommy Way) that change was a-coming and I didn't want her to miss the Transition to the New School Year. So, this morning after escorting Little e to the Kinder Realm, I went to fetch Sweet G's homework.
The new teacher? Know what she said? "Oh, you know.. yesterday Sweet G was pretty quiet, but I didn't know if that was normal."
I could have pulled out the Happy Dance of Great Joy right there complete with Jazz Hands.
So you, who live in Normal Classroom Land, are thinking, "What is the deal? Really, this pushes your happy button? That is all you need?"
And to you, I would say: Yes. This one observation makes my day a great day. A day where miracles could happen. A day when I can believe this year is going to be a good one. I day where I can start to relax back into the school year and put away my war bagpipes. Because last week, two weeks into the school year, when a parent asked the previous teacher if she could describe anything about her child the response was a blank stare. Our children have been anonymous faces in a sea of 25. Any questions would have been met with a blank stare and maybe even a question about which child you were talking about.
This may not be all I need for a good year, but damn it is a good start.