Grade 3 is in the history books and we're kicking summer off with soccer.
T has recently developed a love for soccer.
Thanks to his CYW, he has his soccer ball and he plays soccer during recess with a group of boys.
There's bumps along the way, as T gets upset when he doesn't get his way, but it's a good opportunity for him to learn about teamwork.
As a year-end gift, his CYW gave him his own jersey and shorts, inspired by popular Argentinian soccer player, Lionel Messi.
I may be biased, but T looks like a star in it.
He walks with extra swagger when he's in it. 🥰
Like a World Cup finals match, the past school year has been filled with nail-biting moments.
But T finished strong like a champ!
We received his report card on Thursday and T got 3 As - one of which was for math! 🥰
It made all those meltdowns prepping for math tests worth it - and the hubby and I told him how damn proud we are of him. 💕
His teacher wrote thoughtful detailed feedback, which included:
"T has had a great ending to his Grade Three year. T is a caring, bright and helpful member of our classroom community. T has had some success in maintaining the self-control necessary to actively attend class, participate in activities and complete his work this term."
We appreciated her feedback about where he needs work, but we're putting all that aside for now.
Because we've reached this latest goal post: summer. For now, we rest, recharge, build fun memories outside the school grind.
The past work week felt long, because I had early and late days. I logged off early on Friday to pick T up from school on his last day.
Instead of going on the bus to daycare, I gave T an early start to summer.
It was heartfilling watching the teachers escort the kids out of the school to their waiting parents and the kids hugging their teachers.
As T walked out, he didn't look happy nor excited.
"I want to go find Jimmy," he said. He went right back inside the school and one of his teachers kindly allowed me to follow him.
We made our way to the front, where T found Jimmy, who he played soccer with during recess.
T gave him a hug and the two played for 30 minutes while Jimmy waited for his bus and I caught up with T's junior kindergarten teacher who was supervising the group.
I loved watching T play with his friend, because it's something I never see, only hear about at home.
When the bus came, I could see the anxiety in T's eyes. He gave his friend a hug and watched him go on the bus.
As he waved to the departing bus, the tears streamed down his eyes and when he got into our car, he cried and said he's going to miss Jimmy.
It was a bittersweet moment as a parent, because on one hand, I don't like to see my child sad but on the other, it was sweet to see T experience the spectrum of emotions that come with friendship.
I took T to McDonald's for ice cream, because if anything can help soothe the blues, it's ice cream.
This morning, we got up and T asked me to kick his soccer ball around the living room with him.
This kid is pretty darn good, I have to say.
He got testy when I gave him a hard time with scoring a goal.
"I'm not just going to let you win," I told him.
"Why not?"
"You want to play with people that are better than you, because that's how you're going to learn and that's how you're going to get better."
My words flew over his head. But I like to think it'll sink in at one day for him.
It reinforced to me one of the things I'm grateful for in this FASD parenting journey. It kicks my ass most days, but it teaches and helps me to be better.
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