Monday afternoon, Jedi came home from school with an invitation for us, his parents, to an all school assembly. Apparently, he would be receiving a certificate and special prize for accomplishing his first semester math goals. Seeing as how this was his first class award, I wouldn’t think of passing it up.
J even took the day off work for the festivities.
Of course, upon arriving, we noticed we were one of very few parents actually in attendance. They set up not even 20 chairs for the limited number of moms and dads who were able to make it, and most of those sat empty. I understand, there wasn’t enough notice and it was a work day. To be fair, they didn’t miss much. Still, we waited proudly and when Jedi walked into the cafeteria to see us sitting there, he was ecstatic. “That’s my mom and dad!”, he pointed and beamed to whoever would listen, practically pulling his teacher’s hand.
Until he started to cry, because he soon realized he wasn’t supposed to sit next to us.
His tears quickly disappeared, though, as they called the names of his kindergarten classmates. One after another, the short stacks were handed colorful certificates and prized pencils. When it was Jedi’s turn, we were “those” parents taking picture after picture. For a math certificate. For counting to 20.
While the goal for this semester was just to count to 20, it turns out my son was the only one of his class that can count to 100. That’s the thing with being the oldest kid in kindergarten, it makes you feel really smart. But it also makes you look really tall.