Proud Mom Alert

This morning, I had my second parent-teacher conference with The Princess’s kindergarten teacher. Hubby, swamped with all things tax related, was unable to attend, but given the last conference was so low-key, I figured it would be harmless to go alone. I was right.

Mrs. E, my daughter’s teacher, had nothing but good things to say about my kid. You have to realize that I come to this from I don’t even know how many years of Stepson’s conferences which bordered on painful. I know, you shouldn’t compare children, but even back in preschool, my Stepson’s teachers were saying things like, “You should really have him practice using scissors at home because his fine motor skills need work.” That doesn’t happen with The Princess.

I should say that I’m not trying to gloat. My kid is super smart, and I have no idea how the hell that happened. She is reading – it was like a lightbulb went off and overnight, she was reading. She gets these concepts and then all of the sudden – voila – she’s doing it. It’s amazing.

Her teacher said she’s absolutely ready for first grade. She’s ready NOW. Obviously, she’s gonna have to chill in kindergarten for the remainder of the year, but it was nice to hear. Mrs. E really enjoys having her around and thinks she’s pretty amazing. I kinda do too.

It was nice to hear this because this morning, my little genius tried to con me into letting her stay home from school. She woke up with a cough (she gets this yearly – a bronchial/asthmatic cough dealy), and I was debating keeping her home or sending her to school. In fact, I was a very cranky mom for awhile because I was kind of ticked that she would be home on my “off” day – my day to focus on work and house stuff, and quiet. Finally, I called her in sick. As soon as I hung up from the school, she was literally turning cartwheels in the living room. Picture my face reddening and the steam coming out of my ears! We got the other kids on the bus, and we took Pumpkin to school, ran a quick errand, and then I told The Princess we’d take her backpack to conferences and see how she was doing.

She was fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

So, after the glowing report, I left her at school. And there she remains. My genius. At school, learning more stuff so she can come home smarter than when I left her there.