Life in Virginia has fallen into a manageable rhythm. Our mornings go quickly, our afternoons go drowsily, and our evenings are busy until that last lamp switches off by 8:30. Lilly likes her teacher; Annika loves her music class; Sophia is in the right place at school.
True, I didn't say that Sophia loves it. Her transition back to school has been the smoothest this fall, because although her school made some significant capital changes, she still returned to the same place with some of the same people. She returned to a routine which was already familiar and her behavior has been better these past few weeks than over the summer.
Her engagement at school is another matter, though. Our Sophia may be a bit of a trouble child. She often chooses not to engage in classroom activities, will ignore other children when they speak to her, and holds grudges against anyone and anything. In short, she acts at school exactly as she acts at home.
Yesterday, I demanded the time of one of her teachers. She fit me in during the day (awfully helpful for a classroom teacher), and she talked about our Sophia for nearly an hour. I left that office feeling two things. First, that Sophia has some skills she really needs to learn this year, her last year in preschool. But second, that she is absolutely in the right place. With a 15-30 minute commute one-way to her school, I often question whether I should have changed her school once we found our housing. But the permanence seems to have settled her, and her teachers are fantastic. They are truly working with me as a team to bring this amazing, smart and mature little girl to true functionality within a group setting.
God is good.
True, I didn't say that Sophia loves it. Her transition back to school has been the smoothest this fall, because although her school made some significant capital changes, she still returned to the same place with some of the same people. She returned to a routine which was already familiar and her behavior has been better these past few weeks than over the summer.
Her engagement at school is another matter, though. Our Sophia may be a bit of a trouble child. She often chooses not to engage in classroom activities, will ignore other children when they speak to her, and holds grudges against anyone and anything. In short, she acts at school exactly as she acts at home.
Yesterday, I demanded the time of one of her teachers. She fit me in during the day (awfully helpful for a classroom teacher), and she talked about our Sophia for nearly an hour. I left that office feeling two things. First, that Sophia has some skills she really needs to learn this year, her last year in preschool. But second, that she is absolutely in the right place. With a 15-30 minute commute one-way to her school, I often question whether I should have changed her school once we found our housing. But the permanence seems to have settled her, and her teachers are fantastic. They are truly working with me as a team to bring this amazing, smart and mature little girl to true functionality within a group setting.
God is good.
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