One Smart Cookie

Dear Emma Grace,

It isn’t the Christmas lights causing that glow you can see surrounding our house this week, it is the beaming that can only come from the very proudest of parents.

You received your very first report card on Friday. When we had talked with your teacher last month at conferences, she had explained that we shouldn’t expect to see all “4s” and “5s” on the first report card. We are supposed to take the entire year into account, and we would see progress throughout the year as you worked against the benchmarks.  Your teacher actually said, “if they had 4s and 5s on the first report card then you’d have to wonder what they were doing in kindergarten, and why they were not already in first grade.”

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Um….guess what?

Yeah, you got almost all 5′s on your report card (you did get all 5s on Reading and Listening and Speaking), a 5 = Excels in grade level standards. Plus there were a couple of 5s and a few 4s in Math, a 4=Meets grade level standards. I’m afraid you may have inherited Mommy’s horrific math skills, (sorry ’bout that) but still…girl you are smart! Not that we didn’t already know that, but it is nice to have some validation.

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Your teacher also wrote in the comments:

Emma is a happy and cooperative student. She is always eager to participate and perform her leadership responsibilities. Emma demonstrates good listening and organizational skills which allows her to complete her work neatly and accurately. She is a good friend to her classmates and is well liked in return.

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Awww….that’s my girl!

We are so very proud of you, Peanut! I hope your thirst for knowledge continues throughout your life and you never lose that excitement for learning.

Love,
Mommy

A little apology…

To my sweetum girls -

I had clearly forgotten how much pain is associated with a simple earache.

Owwww…

Not that I ever told you to “buck up” or “you’ll be ok” because I kinda figured ear infections weren’t exactly a picnic – but now? I get it.

All I want to do is stand around whining and crying, too (and I probably would if it didn’t hurt so much to even talk).

Also, remind me that those gross, homeopathic earache drops that I try to foist on you to make your ear “feel better” – they just make matters worse. I still have pain, possibly more, plus I feel like I’m under water and can’t hear out of one ear, and add to that a constantly “drippy” ear. Ick.

So I’m sorry. Now I know. Not that it gives you free rein to whine and scream all night, but I promise to be a bit more understanding next time.

Love you,
Mama