June, the month of endings

From mid-May until the last Friday in June it has been a series of endings.  All of them have been bittersweet.  I made a list of all the things I have wanted to write about almost all come back to the same point- something is ending and something new will be beginning.  And it is another sign that my little boys are growing up.

So I will go through my list and reflect on each of the topics I have wanted to remember to share.  And I am sure as I do, the tears will form as I come to realize they are growing up.

Brendan’s end of the school year

This whole year has been a series of lasts.  The last Christmas concert.  The last Grand Day.  The last conference.  The last day of school was a rainy day.  That was good, because I had trouble all month keep tears back.

The real sadness set in at Bren’s conference.  Seniors who are getting ready to move on lead their own conference.  They demonstrate a work, invite teachers and parents to share memories and walk through their portfolio of three years of work.  As soon as Brendan’s teachers started talking about him the tears started.

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The spoke of him with such a genuine love for who he is.  They shared all the great things they love about him- the same things we love.  Chris and I loved hearing their stories too- how Bren loves to read to the morning children before they leave, how he loves the conversation mat but it helps a bilingual friend with English, how he can make up games and stories to play with friends, how he can be a peacemaker, how he knew the method of the job chart and everyone’s job (and loved Mondays because you change jobs then), how he loves to write about fairies, how he convinced a friend to get on stage for their final performance by sharing how he gets over nervousness (think of something you love and pretend you are there).

One teacher shared on a recent day that seemed chaotic she said aloud to Brendan it was a crazy day.  Bren responded, “Don’t worry, the children have the classroom under control.”  Such a Montessori kid.

Their report and in their conference they said they would miss him.  We certainly will miss them.  It was the best experience for Brendan and all the things we hoped he would experience there he did- an opportunity to be a leader, a peacemaker and a lover of learning.

There is so much more I feel I should say about the wonderful experience we had with both kids at Walnut Park.  It is something I am going to think about more this summer and will post about in the future.  I know that as first grade begins in the fall, all the things Bren learned will lead right to an appreciation for Walnut Park and the Room 2 teachers.

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Brendan’s First Day at Walnut Park (age 3) and Last Day (almost 6)

 

Aidan’s end of the school year

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How did second grade fly by so fast?  I feel like we just had the first day and now it’s over.

Second grade will always be there year of Harry Potter- he started and finished the whole series this year.  He received the reading award for his class.  He had his best friend in his class, some of his “glasses group” friends and made some new friends.  He loved his teacher.  She loved him too.

We are so sorry she is moving to New York and Brendan will not have her, but we are so happy Aidan had this year with her.  He learned so much and was challenged, but most importantly he learned to be a friend and care about classmates.  I remember a particular conversation about a boy who sometimes caused trouble but then got the lead part in a mini-play.  Aidan was so upset.  As a rule follower, I can see why.  But talking about how everyone is good at different things and how teachers find ways of engaging all students by using what they like- it made an impression on him.  I hope he remembers that since I am sure it is a conversation we will have again about Brendan.

The last week of school- he went until the very last day- Aidan brought home all his work.  It was so impressive to look through notebooks of work collected over the last 180 days.  It showed how much he grew up and matured.  I also loved his memory book.  There were snapshots of the year and his friends.  With every page I saw it reaffirmed how much we love his school and we made the right choice for him.