Yesterday was Amanda's last day of third grade (which was made even longer due to a weird storm last month that caused schools to be closed for two days). The last day of school always means that euphoric feeling of "I'm free!" Here in our town, they also bring home their report cards and are told to which class they've been assigned for the next year. So when Amanda got home, the phone rang several times, and this was how the conversation would go:
"Who did you get? Oh. I have Ms. X. Do you know anyone else
who has her? Oh, Jane does? Cool! I'm going to call her!"
It's a fun afternoon, but it always makes me see how grown up she is becoming to see into the secret world of eight-year-olds. I remember feeling that way when she first started preschool and I would hear about the way her teacher does something, or hear about something that Mary told her about. The apron strings were lengthening.
This morning she is a little grouchy because I let her stay up later than normal last night. She didn't sleep late, and so she woke up in a mood. I told her that if this is how she is in the mornings that she won't be allowed to stay up late. The response that I got to that was this:
"If I'm not allowed to stay up late, it's Kyle's fault! He's already
ruining my summer! I just want to be alone and he keeps bothering me!"
Oh, if you only could have heard the begging when she was four and just needed a brother or a sister. . . .
Actually, she is a great big sister and she takes delight in him. One would think that with five and a half years between them, there wouldn't be too much bickering. One would be wrong--a reduction perhaps, but not complete elimination. One of her jobs around the house this summer is going to be to watch him a couple of times a week for thirty minutes to an hour at a time. She already does a good job of playing with him, or letting him play with her, but I've told her that when she's officially watching, it's different from just playing with him. She needs to make sure he's happy, so she might be doing more of what he wants to do instead of what she wants to do. Of course I will be here, but it will give me a little bit of a break (to write or blog), and it will help her to learn to make sacrifices for others, I hope, and to see the benefit and responsibility of being a big sister.