Monday, April 2, 2012

Don't Worry, Be Happy

I'm a worrier. I can't help it, I worry. Having kids made it worse.

Yesterday, I took my son to a birthday party. He played and had fun, but when it came time to do the cake and everything, he sat (with kids he didn't know) and remained quiet the rest of the time. He's such a sweet and  introverted child. It makes me hurt when I see that he wants to be part of something but just can't bring himself to take the step to do it.

His teacher swears up and down to me that socially he is fine. Yes, he's quiet, but he has friends and plays with other kids and all that jazz.

For the last few weeks, he's been testing for the gifted program here. (He tested into it in Texico, but has to be retested in Kansas. No biggie.) His math scores are great and they decided they want to put him into 2nd grade math (he's in 1st grade.. and the youngest at that). If it goes well, he'll go to 3rd grade math next year.

By doing this, he's going to be out of his regular classroom for 45min each morning. He'll miss his little math practice test they do each morning, as well as calendar time (which he says he hates) and 15min of language arts. His teacher is comfortable with him missing calendar time and part of language arts.

Obviously, I'm extremely proud of him. Extremely. Now, when he's in middle school and doing higher math than I've ever been able to do I might be annoyed! But right now, I think it's awesome!

He loves me.