Last week, on Tuesday morning, I registered Ruby for Junior Kindergarten. I could hardly believe I was there – it was a surreal experience. On one hand, I was slightly giddy knowing she’d be occupied for the full day. On the other hand, I was slightly saddened by the fact that she’d be occupied somewhere else for the day. I will miss her terribly. And not at all.
You’ll note that, in this picture, she is colouring. Another parent at the registration walked up to me and asked me if she was headed into kindergarten. When I said yes a look of worry crossed her face as she confessed that her child entering kindergarten couldn’t colour like that at all. She seemed somewhat reassured when I told her that my six year old can’t colour like that either.
The comparisons start so young. Junior Kindergarten and we are worried about their colouring skills. Ruby can dance, carry a tune very well, she has an incredible memory for song lyrics and an inner sense of comedic timing. But she can’t really seem to muster up the interest in feeding herself (I’m thinking of starting to let her go hungry at meals), she can’t put her shoes on the right feet, and she has no sense whatsoever with regards to caring for her personal belongings. Whereas Charlotte could do all of those things at the same age. Same but different. Same but different.
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