Friday, June 14, 2019

Austin's Last Day at Miner Elementary


Today is Austin’s last day of Pre-K 4. He has had an incredible two year’s under the tutelidge of shy but super sharp Mrs. Mukendi and with her heroic assistant, the indomitable Mrs. Keeno. These two were beyond our expectations. In their classroom, Austin has learned and flourished. At the parent teacher conference a few weeks ago, Mrs. Mukendi didn’t have much to report other than that “Austin has been a dream to have in the classroom.” She showed us his development curve – from writing his name in the beginning of the year to reading and writing on his own by the end of the year. He is a sponge and soaked up every single moment thrown at him: from games in PE with Mr. Robinson to neighborhood walks with his class to share time on Wednesday’s.

Miner has been a haven for Austin and a place where he has thrived. His best friend Robert left in January, but his other good friends remained, including D’Zae, JaMarcus, Meko and Kamora. He knows everyone in the school and they know him. “Good morning, Austin” rings out as we walk through the halls. They had a Pre-K graduation that literally played pomp and circumstance as the kids paraded in to receive their “diplomas,” and we had inspirational speeches from Principal Jackson and other school leaders.

We haven’t told him that he’s not returning. We thought it would be awkward and confusing to do so before the end of the school year. Plus, we are still processing it ourselves. He got into Mundo Verde through the DCPS lottery. Mundo is a very good, Spanish immersion school. It’s an opportunity that in the end we decided we could not pass up. This has brought about deeply conflicted feelings for both of us.

I have been attending Kindred discussion group for the past two months. This group has facilitated discussions about racial and socio-economic inequities and how those impact the dynamics at Miner. It is the group I have been waiting for. It has been incredibly eye-opening. I could and should blog about it. We had a true mix of parents, from 20-something black women who live in the projects to upper middle class white couples who travel the world. We all came with an earnest interest and attempt to unravel this extremely difficult issue and made progress. The Kindred group helped the (notoriously white parent-dominated) PTO form an Equity Committee and a single black mom has been elected vice president of the PTO. Progress!

Anyway, the pace of progress at Miner is good, but ultimately we decided that Austin needs more. He was way out in front of most of the students in his class. He is very smart and needs to be challenged. I hope Mundo doesn’t take it too far in the other direction…

Last month, I picked Austin up from aftercare and Ms. "T" had him and two others playing reading word games. That evening I picked up a Bob’s book and asked Austin to read it. To my surprise, he read the whole thing. It was slowly and with some prompting, but he was officially reading! Yesterday, we said goodbye to Ms. T, a young woman who decided to take matters into her own hands and design her own curriculum for aftercare (which previously had very light instruction and mostly free play.) Each day when we picked up Austin, Ms. T gave a report on the day (again, my guess this was through her own initiative and not required.) “We practiced our writing today.” “Today, friends made smoothies with blueberries, strawberries and spinach.”

We hugged her. We hugged Mrs. Mukendi and Mrs. Keeno. We will miss them and remember them always. Now, however, it is off to Kindergarten!

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

5 is big boy stuff

Today Austin received his monthly book selection from Dolly Parton's Imagination Library Program. For the past several years, Austin has been a beneficiary of this wonderful program that gives away millions of books to kids around the country.

I opened the book entitled, "Look Out Kindergarten, Here I Come!" with Austin nestled next to me, and paused to read a message pasted inside before the title page. It began, "Dear Imagination Library Graduate, My how time flies...This may be your last book from my Imagination Library..." And that's as far as I got, because I immediately started crying. Austin was unfazed.

Austin turned 5 on the 21st while we had a dream vacation in St. Lucia. By the time the day rolled around, we were all sort of over it. We had a lovely birthday party for him with Professor Fizzwiffle, the Magician and cupcakes with his class at school. We were well into our daily beach routine during his actual birthday. He played for hours and hours on the beautiful picturesque beach in Marigot Bay and the stunning white sands and brilliant (and I mean brilliant) blue waters of Reduit Beach in Rodney Bay. We had daily cocktails: Dirty Bananas for Hayden and me and (virgin) Pina Coladas for Austin. Hayden attempted to have a cake delivered on his birthday by our hotel, which came at 10pm on the day after we had all gone to bed. Austin did not miss it, however, because his day had been filled with beach and pool time and cocktails.

St. Lucia, with its warm winds and winding roads was a birthday present to us all.

This birthday season did seem significant, however. It is a nice divisible number, sure, but more importantly it felt like the official passage from baby to boy. We kept saying things like, "now that you're a big boy, you will...read, swim, stop with the pacifier, dress yourself, stop tantrums, etc etc..."

To Austin's credit, he gets it. The kid is sharp as a tack and is rising to the occasion of big boy status in most ways (except for his "baby"). We're currently reading Harry Potter, which is way above his attention span, and yet he follows the intricate plot and lack of pictures with relative ease. He likes to use big words, like "predict" and phrases like, "mommy, I'm embarrassed on you" How is a 5 year old already embarrassed of his parents??

For Hayden's sake, I should also mention that the kid knows and can demonstrate every tennis swing, from volleys to slices to serves .

I got it back together and we finally read the last story from Dolly. It was ok. Austin liked it. But more importantly, Austin expects to be read to and soon to read as part of his daily ritual. This service and many others offered in DC to families are so critical. We are lucky and privileged to have had this and so many opportunities. But as I often say living in DC, this is a no-brainer: all young children deserve these same opportunities. Ok, St. Lucia is a bit on the ridiculous end of the scale, but thanks to Dolly, many children will have one of the most enriching opportunities of Austin's life: books.