What else do you know that you are not telling me?
This post is a result of reading my monkey bread friend's blog about her oldest daughter going to preschool next week. I remember when the triplets went to kindergarten, it was a mix of emotions for me fun, neat, sad and so on. This was one of the cute stories that I have always remembered. Actually, one of many fun things about school that I smile about it.
When the triplets went to kindergarten, their little world opened up! They came home telling me all about the letters and numbers and colors and gossip on the playground. Then after winter break it seemed they delved into serious subjects or at least it was when it all started coming together.
Anyway...#3 was scratching my back after school one day as she told me a story she had heard in school that week. She told me about a king who many people didn't like but he tried to be nice to all the people. Then someone got mad because they did not like the king being nice to everyone. I kept trying to figure out which fairy tale ended with the king getting killed, even a book, but couldn't think of one. Then I remembered it was Black History Month and asked if she was talking about Martin Luther King Jr. Oh my goodness, this little girl stopped mid-scratch, jerked her head around at me and asked in a very questionable manner "you mean you know about him?" She honestly was mad that I had known something and had not told her about it. She wanted to know who else knew about him. Did Meme? Pappy? Daddy? Aunt Shelley? It was a little sad to see her face when she realized she didn't know a really neat new piece of information.
She asked what else did I know that I wasn't telling her. I believe this was when the seed of love for school, reading and learning in general was firmly rooted because now she had a glimpse of how much knowledge was out there waiting for her to grab it. I took that moment and put it in my pocket with a smile. The triplets are getting so close to the age where I won't know much. Even now, they wonder how I was able to drive around town with out them giving me directions.
When the triplets went to kindergarten, their little world opened up! They came home telling me all about the letters and numbers and colors and gossip on the playground. Then after winter break it seemed they delved into serious subjects or at least it was when it all started coming together.
Anyway...#3 was scratching my back after school one day as she told me a story she had heard in school that week. She told me about a king who many people didn't like but he tried to be nice to all the people. Then someone got mad because they did not like the king being nice to everyone. I kept trying to figure out which fairy tale ended with the king getting killed, even a book, but couldn't think of one. Then I remembered it was Black History Month and asked if she was talking about Martin Luther King Jr. Oh my goodness, this little girl stopped mid-scratch, jerked her head around at me and asked in a very questionable manner "you mean you know about him?" She honestly was mad that I had known something and had not told her about it. She wanted to know who else knew about him. Did Meme? Pappy? Daddy? Aunt Shelley? It was a little sad to see her face when she realized she didn't know a really neat new piece of information.
She asked what else did I know that I wasn't telling her. I believe this was when the seed of love for school, reading and learning in general was firmly rooted because now she had a glimpse of how much knowledge was out there waiting for her to grab it. I took that moment and put it in my pocket with a smile. The triplets are getting so close to the age where I won't know much. Even now, they wonder how I was able to drive around town with out them giving me directions.
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