Lesa Cline-Ransome’s Writerhood : The Theory of Evolution
I pulled into a parking spot in town readying myself to head into my appointment. As I rummaged through my purse the sounds of children’s shrieks reached me. The Montessori school across the street was letting out for the day and the three and four year olds raced towards the swing set in the play area.
Not so long ago, my youngest daughter raced for that same swing set, while she kept one eye trained on the parking lot waiting for my car to arrive. She hated nursery school. Hated leaving home. Hated the art projects and the snack times and making friends. And I hated the daily cheerleader role I had to play.
“You’re going to have so much fun today!” ‘What should we pack for your snack?” I rooted each morning while she glumly looked on.
By the time she entered public school, she was labeled a “rereluctant kindergartner.”