Monday, August 30, 2010

"Isn't young love grand?"

"Sometimes when I smile at him, he smiles back. I just love him!"

The youngest member of the Omaha wing of the family started kindergarten while we were visiting. Granny-sat for 4 1/2 years, she missed any type of preschool or daycare experience so this all-day school routine definitely shook her up a bit.

She bravely trucked into the classroom without a glance back that first day. Oh, don't get me wrong. There were a few tears of relief when Mommy picked her up at the end of the day. She claimed to enjoy it but stated "One day is enough!"

There were a few tears the second morning but she persevered. The teacher later related one little boy cried pitifully for his Mommy. Our little gal then began to cry in sympathy, explaining that, "It just makes me so sad because he's so upset." Again, she enjoyed the day but did not intend to go back.

On Friday, the third day, her lip trembled a bit but she needed to stay strong for her new buddy.

After Sunday dinner, I asked about her new friend. Apparently, he has "cute hair" and "he's 7 tall, not 5." (We later found the translation of this to mean he's as tall as the 7-year-olds, not short like the other 5-year-olds.) Most importantly, she confided that "Sometimes when I smile at him, he smiles back and I just LOVE him!!"

Well, they've now had a play date, and...

she "loves him more!!!"

I remember my first crush. I was in first grade and his name was Robert! Do you remember yours ?


Bright Circle said...

I never went to daycare, preschool, kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, or high school. Never attended homeschool co-op classes or support groups.

My first and so far only real-life crush was at 17, a strange but wondrous bipolar boy who always seemed to have several female satellites. I listened carefully to everything he said so I knew lots about him. I saw him once or twice a week for a few months before he vanished. He never even knew my name.

Once he was showing me a bracelet he'd made, so I got to touch his wrist. It was the one and only time in my entire life I have touched a boy I liked in any way.

Audrey said...

I can hardly remember last week, never mind kindergarten :)
Thanks so much for the posting ideas. Haven't posted a recipe in a while - will have to make something and take photo's.