I sit here at home in the quiet, quiet kitchen. Boys' breakfast dishes still on the counter. My laptop is sitting on dried yogurt from where I wiped up, badly, obviously, after Matthew's breakfast. I think I'll put the unread New York TImes under the laptop, since it is my lifeline to my precious adoption community:) We sure don't want to gum that up! Patrick at work. Both boys dropped off by 8am.
8am.
I should be at work, but the surprise of today and the getting ready for it did not leave room for me to get ready, although for the benefit of the various teachers I saw this morning, I did brush my teeth.
Since the beginning of Quinn's uncomfortableness with his school, we've pulled this tiny string and watched our known future unravel.
Not in a bad way. Opportunities for the kids, balanced by losses, but culminating in us considering big changes.
It started off by figuring out why after all this time in preschools and schools Quinn was suddenly reluctant. He's a far more sensitive kid than I'd realized. I learned that kindergarden is the new 1st grade. Expectations of young kids. Too many transitions. No child left behind. The Trouble With Boys. I've asked and probed and picked brains and we've talked and talked and talked. I cringe at the 'report cards' that Quinn already has in his file, noting his abilities at what he's supposed to know, but his inability to follow direction, sit still, be quiet. Remember, he just turned 5.
And always, there is the consideration of the little kids, Matthew and Little Sister. What's the best place for Quinn, and Matthew, and Little Sister to spend the bulk of their days learning, socializing, making friends, maturing, testing limits, experiencing the world and what they can do within it. And, my secret wish, set them up so they can change those things in this world that are harmful, discriminatory, what they can do within the world, and what they can do WITH. THE. WORLD.
In an enlightening discussion yesterday, a mom commented to us so kindly, 'Quinn is precocious. Take advantage of that while you can for him.'
I can't get into a long diatribe about traditional education. I am only just learning and know so little. But both our guts tell us it is not the best place for Quinn, and probably not for MZ and LS either. And we sit here in a school district that offers the very best of public, traditional education. This is a very difficult decision. We'd already made a good choice by living where we do.
This morning, I dropped Quinn off for one of two 'visiting' days at a local Montessori school. After some miscommunications, we got the late notice that these two days while Quinn is off from school would be great days for him to try it out.
His two classroom assistants came out to the car to meet him and bring him in, and he went, giggling, with his laptop lunch swinging over his shoulder, and was reminded to say goodbye to Matthew and me. Did I mention this was at 7:50? These Montessori people start early!
Why Montessori? Tactile learning. Guided but self directed and uninterrupted learning. Quinn can spend his 3 hour learning block on one subject, or all of them, if he likes. Range within the classrooms for varied intellectual/ maturity combinations. Healthy food. The ability to work on your tummy, swinging your feet up in the air while you think and work. The ability to take a break when you need one. World peace. (yes, I still figure that's possible and so did Maria Montessori)
Montessori kids do best starting at 3 or 4, in fact, after that, an exception has to be made for a child to enter the classroom. Quinn has just turned 5. We are asking for that exception, and these two days will tell us if it's worth a shot.
We'd like all the kids at the same school, and are hoping very much that this works.
And this lengthy post is just about one of the strings we've unraveled, which all come together at the confluence of the river of change. More later. I have got to get to work. I'm not sure how we're going to pay for this Montessori stuff.
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