He's a great first year at USN. Great teacher, great friends and most importantly, great learning. One day, early on, he came home and starting reading to Jude and me. I realize he already was reading some, but it just sort of happened that all of a sudden, he was reading. On of the true pleasures, for me, of his kindergarten year has been listening to him read a book to me each night, then signing the sheet in his book folder as the "lucky listener." Lucky indeed.
This year marked the Centennial Celebration at USN, the school's 100th birthday. There have a been a variety of events we have attended with J.P. and Joe. Still, I haven't felt as connected as I am sure I will be in years to come. I think it's because Jude normally takes him to school and picks him up, as well. Also, I've been so busy with other volunteer activities and boards (Children's House and 21st Drug Court) that I haven't found the time to get involved at USN. My style, though, is too ease into these types of things, so I suspect I'll get more involved next year and in the years to come.
When school ends next week, J.P will head off to a variety of camps throughout the summer. Sports camps at USN and MBA, Zoo camp and Camp Whippoorwill. It makes me a little sad, sometimes, to see him shuffled off to so many camps every summer, although it's unavoidable given Jude's and my work schedules. I seem to remember my summers were lazier and longer lasting, made up of backyard playing, fort building in the woods, Monopoly marathons and trips to Opryland. J.P. doesn't have that luxury, unfortunately.
I could sit here at Bongo Java forever on such a beautiful spring morning, but I can't. It's off to work (mediation) and then, hopefully, to the closing of the sale of our house on Elliott Avenue later this morning. Big day.
J.P. and his kindergarten buddy, Cecil, at USN.
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