Jack is enjoying Kindergarten, though he asks to stay home quite a bit. I don't think it has as much to do with Kindergarten as much as it does him missing being at home and wondering what his brother and sister are doing without him. His printing has improved drastically over the last month and every so often he'll talk about something else he did at school, but other than that we don't get much information from him about how things are going. In one email, his teacher indicated he's doing well. I'd love to know more and to ask questions about him in class, but I don't want to be THAT parent. I'm still trying to navigate this whole "parent of elementary school student" thing.
He started soccer this month. He had only 10 minutes of his first practice/game (in pouring rain) before it thundered and it was cancelled. Last week he actually go to play. I really enjoy watching him play and he seems to enjoy playing.
Jack has become really crafty. Don't leave a cardboard box, scrap paper, string or anything else lying around. It will become something new. Ipads, checker boards, helicopters and other weird hovering vehicles . . . he has created more contraptions than I can name. He loves to come and sit at the work table in my office and just cut things and create things. I like to think he got that from me, though while I think that I'm creative, I don't think I'm very crafty. He probably takes after my mom and my aunts in that area more than he does me.
His school pictures are today and he insisted wearing his Superman shirt. Kyle and I were encouraging him to wear something else but finally gave in. We don't plan on doing anything with these pictures, other than throwing them in his Kindergarten memories folder, so who cares? And now forever, we'll remember how obsessed with superheroes when he was in Kindergarten. I did make him promise that he'd wear whatever I ask when I take them out for photos soon. I'm so trying to let him make as many of his own choices as I can, and only stepping in on the big things. That's so hard for me to do.
A few weeks ago, he was really upset with me about something and flung himself onto his bed exclaiming, "I don't want to be your son anymore!" I was sitting next to Ben on his bed and said to him, "Well, Ben. I guess that just leaves you and me." I was, of course, joking. We moved on with our bedtime routine. A few minutes later, Jack still had his head buried in his pillow and I heard little sobs coming from his bed. I went over and sat with him and didn't say anything. He just looked up and said, "I said something that I feel so, so bad about." He apologized and told me that he does, in fact, want to remain my son. I apologized for joking about it and told him that he didn't need to worry because there was nothing he could say or do to change that. It was a sour moment turned sweet.
The top three things I love most about Jack during this stage: His helpfulness, his creativity and his sensitivity.