Somehow the urge to blog towards the end of the year wasn't there. I attempted to write a post to welcome the new year but words couldn't flow. But today, I have a very important reminder for myself.
See, Grandma was busy towards the end due to unforeseen circumstances. It just happened overnight. But thank goodness I had the Husband's help during that period so J eased into it quite well. But 2015 went and 2016 came, and reality set in. The Husband returns to work. Of course, he has to.
So it's just me and J.
No Grandma school.
No Daddy outings.
Just ol' tired Mommy.
I planned to start tot school with her because I still think that sending her to school will kill her curiosity. She's extremely inquisitive. I'm quite certain she'll annoy her teachers. And I don't want her to stop asking.
So week one was planned. I didn't want to go into 123s and ABCs straight. I didn't want to do themes - we saw how that turned out. I just planned activities around the books we've been reading and tried to link them together.
Day D-1 came and I got nervous.
I felt lacking.
I don't think I could do it.
I don't think the acitivities will go well.
I read a magazine and saw on a Facebook group what other parents were doing.
I'm lacking.
I'm not going to do it well.
Quoting J's favourite phase lately - "Nothing works." (I just found out she meant "it doesn't work".)
Then I spoke to a friend, and thought aloud, then laughed at myself for trying too hard.
J has been growing up, doing things and achieving milestones against conventions. It's probably going to be the same this time round. So why fret about phonics and numbers? Why fret about not following the herd?
It felt better after I acknowledged that I should follow her lead, and my instincts.
As long as she recognises her shapes and colours and ABCs and 123s before kindergarten, I guess we are fine.
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