Fred Goodwin, CMA
2006-05-02 22:01:51 UTC
Personal Adds: Nostalgic about the lasts we're experiencing
http://www.news-record.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060502/NEWSREC0104/60501007
http://tinyurl.com/ho7m4
As parents, so often we focus on firsts - first word, first step,
first day of school, first soccer game.
But this year, as my younger son finishes elementary school, I find
myself surprisingly nostalgic about the lasts we're experiencing as a
family.
The end of elementary school.
The end of Cub Scouts.
The end of innocence as he plunges into the world of middle school,
where forgetting to turn in a paper brings a zero rather than a
scolding.
He seems too young.
Back when I was a kid, we had one more year wrapped in the security of
elementary school before we went to junior high for seventh and eighth
grades.
I'm sure middle school builds character, but as a parent, I wish I
could fast forward my kids through these awkward years.
Mastering lockers, switching classes, homework that's harder to help
with and kids - facing their own insecurities and peer pressure -
who are just plain mean, lashing out at anyone they deem weaker.
It seems like only yesterday that Brodie was a wide-eyed 3-year-old,
watching his brother's elementary school basketball games, asking when
he could play, too.
A year later, he was tagging along to Cub Scouts, attending camp outs,
den and pack meetings, nearly keeping up with the big boys each step of
the way.
Soon he was in school and Cub Scouts, too.
Elementary school wasn't a piece of cake. He'll still tell you that his
favorite part is recess.
Math came naturally. Reading was a struggle.
A few years ago, he told me he wanted a job when he grows up that
doesn't require reading or writing.
Oh, he's always loved books - as long as someone else was reading.
It wasn't until this year, in fifth grade, that he ever picked up a
book to read (and I mean read, not just look at the pictures) without
being told.
I almost cried.
At Pilot Elementary, he's been blessed with awesome, caring teachers.
One, Polly Westfall, "looped" with the class - teaching the same
group both second and third grade. Her ability to nurture his strengths
and help us tackle his attention deficit challenges made a potentially
difficult period much easier to bear.
I will miss running into her - and other teachers - in the hallway,
always smiling, asking how Brodie is doing.
The school itself was built the same year Brodie was born. In the field
behind the school, Brodie rode his bike without training wheels for the
first time.
As our minivan lines up amid the others these final months, fond
memories wash over me: school plays; the musical where he focused more
on the girl's pig tails in front of him than the director; climbing
higher than the other kids on the playground; basketball games;
parent-teacher conferences; skate nights; a kiss on the cheek as I drop
him off.
Now, we kiss elementary school goodbye.
I wish I could protect him from the inevitable pain he will endure on
the road to adulthood, but I eagerly watch as a strong, sensitive young
man begins to emerge.
A young man with a lifetime of firsts still ahead of him.
When she's not juggling the activities of two pre-teen boys, a husband,
two dogs and herself, Cindy Loman juggles team building, leadership and
diversity training at the News & Record.
http://www.news-record.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060502/NEWSREC0104/60501007
http://tinyurl.com/ho7m4
As parents, so often we focus on firsts - first word, first step,
first day of school, first soccer game.
But this year, as my younger son finishes elementary school, I find
myself surprisingly nostalgic about the lasts we're experiencing as a
family.
The end of elementary school.
The end of Cub Scouts.
The end of innocence as he plunges into the world of middle school,
where forgetting to turn in a paper brings a zero rather than a
scolding.
He seems too young.
Back when I was a kid, we had one more year wrapped in the security of
elementary school before we went to junior high for seventh and eighth
grades.
I'm sure middle school builds character, but as a parent, I wish I
could fast forward my kids through these awkward years.
Mastering lockers, switching classes, homework that's harder to help
with and kids - facing their own insecurities and peer pressure -
who are just plain mean, lashing out at anyone they deem weaker.
It seems like only yesterday that Brodie was a wide-eyed 3-year-old,
watching his brother's elementary school basketball games, asking when
he could play, too.
A year later, he was tagging along to Cub Scouts, attending camp outs,
den and pack meetings, nearly keeping up with the big boys each step of
the way.
Soon he was in school and Cub Scouts, too.
Elementary school wasn't a piece of cake. He'll still tell you that his
favorite part is recess.
Math came naturally. Reading was a struggle.
A few years ago, he told me he wanted a job when he grows up that
doesn't require reading or writing.
Oh, he's always loved books - as long as someone else was reading.
It wasn't until this year, in fifth grade, that he ever picked up a
book to read (and I mean read, not just look at the pictures) without
being told.
I almost cried.
At Pilot Elementary, he's been blessed with awesome, caring teachers.
One, Polly Westfall, "looped" with the class - teaching the same
group both second and third grade. Her ability to nurture his strengths
and help us tackle his attention deficit challenges made a potentially
difficult period much easier to bear.
I will miss running into her - and other teachers - in the hallway,
always smiling, asking how Brodie is doing.
The school itself was built the same year Brodie was born. In the field
behind the school, Brodie rode his bike without training wheels for the
first time.
As our minivan lines up amid the others these final months, fond
memories wash over me: school plays; the musical where he focused more
on the girl's pig tails in front of him than the director; climbing
higher than the other kids on the playground; basketball games;
parent-teacher conferences; skate nights; a kiss on the cheek as I drop
him off.
Now, we kiss elementary school goodbye.
I wish I could protect him from the inevitable pain he will endure on
the road to adulthood, but I eagerly watch as a strong, sensitive young
man begins to emerge.
A young man with a lifetime of firsts still ahead of him.
When she's not juggling the activities of two pre-teen boys, a husband,
two dogs and herself, Cindy Loman juggles team building, leadership and
diversity training at the News & Record.