As predicted, my kindergartener has settled into school, and the bumps are popping up in the road.  He’s realizing that school is EVERY DAY, and that we have to leave EARLY every day.  He’s learning the rules of walking in lines, staying in desks, and obeying his teacher.  Granted, these should be things he already knows, and in my perfect world, he does.  But in the imperfect world of actual school, his perception of “being good” doesn’t always jive with the norm.

Today was Day #2 of the sad face in his character binder–one day last week for telling his teacher, “no”, and then again today for playing when it was time for learning.  I know this kid, and I know he was probably engaged in imaginary international warfare–complete with explosions that obviously can cause imaginary soldiers to crash to the ground.    If you look back, you will remember I was already nervous about the year of Kindergarten, and it seems my powers of ESP are highly tuned.

As he got ready for shower and bed, we talked about what happened at school, and the expectations we have as a family and the expectations his teacher has in her classroom.  Of course, since he is so filled with drama, he reminiced about “the days when he was four, when there was more time to play.” I tried to talk up the fun of Five, the Fun of Big Boy Stuff, and he just sighed and said, “it’s hard to be five.”

But, this one time, I was actually prepared.  I just so happen to own “It’s hard to be Five” by Jamie Lee Curtis.  It’s a great little book giving perspective to both moms and kids on just how hard it is to sit still AND remember your manners.  I fell in love with this book when my daughter was only three.  It seemed to perfectly say how the little adults-to-be must be feeling when all the changes of school take place.  Sometimes I get a little too wrapped up in how hard it is to be thirty something that I probably forget a little just how hard it is to be five, when all you really want to do is run around with your favorite NASCAR driver or follow Luke Skywalker wherever the force takes you.