|Walking out the door on his first day of school! As his mother, I can completely see the nervous/excited mixture of emotions in his face and body language. Oh my precious little guy, looking at this photo I just want to give him a big hug!|
Since we moved here after the semester had started, we didn't get into this preschool right away. But an opening came up and we were offered a spot. The tricky part is, Lo's classmates had been in the Chinese environment since last September, so we wondered how well he could keep up in class. We've spoken very little Mandarin to him at home, and the class is 90% Mandarin immersion. A few days ago I asked Ma Laoshi how our son is adjusting. She laughed as she told me, "Even if he does not know what is going on, he still is always opening his mouth!" Which these teachers see as a positive trait. :) "The kids we have trouble with are the quiet ones," she explained. "We need them to be participating, talking, and actively involved so we know what they are understanding and how to guide their language learning." Lo has always been a loud and enthusiastic learner so his learning style fits how this classroom is set up. Also, the teacher praised, "he has a good personality. If he is feeling bad about something, it is gone quickly and his big smile comes right back."
|Ma Laoshi is the head teacher. She is fantastic, full of energy (note the athletic shoes) and so cute how she interacts with the kids. Last night as Mr. Lo was talking himself to sleep, I overheard on the monitor him saying "Ma Laoshi..."|
It feels momentous for our son to start this chapter of his life. I see it as the beginning of him accepting significant influence from people outside our close inner social circle. We have taken the leap, embarked on the path, and look forward to all the joys, challenges and progression of the future. Education is a wonderful gift.
Note: living next-door to a homeless encampment has changed my prayers. I now sincerely thank God every day that I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, food to eat and family to love. I also recently discovered I live next door in our apartment complex to a mother who cannot read or write in any language because she never had an opportunity for education in the country where she grew up. And so my prayers have grown more tender still, thanking God that I can raise my children in this land of opportunity. I am so glad to send my son to preschool! Chinese preschool! It is wonderful.