It’s that time again. It’s school lottery time.
We live in a town that has something called controlled choice. Basically that means I should go around to the dozen or so elementary schools and rank my top three choices. Hopefully my boys will get into one of the top choices. It’s all based on proximity, gender, socio-economic levels, siblings already at the school, etc. I’m not sure I’m loving this process, although I guess I do like that there is some flexibility and some parental involvement as to where my kids will go. As a renter it’s not the worst thing but I could see how people buying in this town might be upset that their children get placed at a school that is on the other side of town or ranked low according to some websites.
I’m getting off track.
I went to my second school tour today. While the tour guide was showing me the gym and the cafeteria and how the kindergarten kids have bathrooms inside their classrooms (yes, that is a big selling point) I started to tear up a little. It wasn’t because of the excitement of knowing that my boys won’t have to poop with 5th graders (although that is exciting). It was the world of possibilities that awaits my kids.
During the two tours I have seen school gardens where the kids learn about growing vegetables. I watched kids sing a song in a round. I saw projects about families and animals hanging on classroom walls. I visited libraries and saw where children learn to research projects and understand technology. I went to an auditorium where students will watch performances and even produce their own musical. The world is opening up for my boys and I am so excited to watch it happen. I wonder if they will be interested in music and drama like me. I wonder who their friends will be. I wonder if they will excel at math or reading or science.
I know as they grow I will have to deal with things that will hurt my heart: a boy who is upset he didn’t win first place in a science fair, a crying kid who was bullied on the playground, a sad child who didn’t get the role of the dolphin in the school play and has to be a whale. As the years go on I’ll be dealing with peer pressure, staying out late, dating, driving and more. For now, though, I’m going to try to enjoy the excitement of possibilities. This is the joy part of All Joy And No Fun.