Thursday, May 31, 2012
The Sweetness of Five-Year-Old's
One of the unexpected benefits of starting school life is being given entry into the lovely world of the kindy classroom. Ivy's teacher is just beautiful, and my little mud-chicken is loving school. (Phew!) Getting to hang out in the classroom and watch the action is so fun. These little people are JUST SO DAMN CUTE.
I try and help with reading every Wednesday, while George squirrels around at my feet (she crawls! she's on the move!) and Teddy does classroom puzzles and listens to the teacher explain the world and wipe tears and praise good sitting. More than once the purity and promise of the kindy classroom has broght a lump to my throat. It seem like an everyday miracle to me.
This morning Ivy had news (which she calls 'niars', and your guess why is as good as mine). Every week her Niars is a fascinating insight into what she finds special and important. Today she took in a photo of me taken when I was twenty. While I was in hospital having Georgette, Nanna and Pop looked after the big two. Ivy found this little photo in a frame and asked if she could have it. She carried it everywhere while I was gone, and now she keeps it wrapped in a cloth and tucked inside a box as part of her 'collections.'
Ivy and I clash sometimes, like mothers and daughters everywhere. Our schedule can get very hectic and I find myself bringing out the voice we call 'the fishwife' more often than I would like to. I cherish moments like this, amidst the chaos and fatigue. Moments like this remind me that I might stuff up every day on the small things, but in the big picture, it's all OK. Watching this daughter of mine grow up is a pleasure and a joy.
And it's pretty funny, too.