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Coming to You From High Atop College Hill

One afternoon at pick up, BigBrother’s teacher approached me.

I’ve been wanting to talk to you.

My first thought was, “Oh crap!” I searched my brain for something that I forgot to do, forgot to send in with the kid. I couldn’t come up with anything, but still I figured it was some short-coming on my end rather than something BigBrother had done wrong. I forced a smile and said, “What’s up?

She explained that they had chosen BigBrother to record a radio spot in support of the school levy we’re trying to pass in March. Since we had been active with support with the November levy (which failed), she figured we would approve. There’s a moment of realization that you are not in trouble when the feeling returns to your toes. There’s also a moment of heart-fluttering when you look down at your son’s smiling face and realize that other people think he’s awesome too. I told her that we would love to be involved and happily wiggled my toes with a skip-happy-heart on the way back to the car.

Over the following couple of weeks, BigBrother worked on memorizing his little speech. When I say worked on it, I just mean repeated because that kid had it memorized before he got home that first day. He was excited. He felt special. He was excited to be helping again. I helped him with inflection, helped him slow down the word “elementary” and applauded each time he nailed it.

Today was his special day at the radio station.

Radio Station

And he nailed it again.

Radio Station

And again.

Radio Station

13 years ago, I stepped into my college radio station and fell in love. 18-year-old me could think of nothing better than a captive audience. Add in some 90’s music, the fact that no one could bother me for two hours at a time (except for my roommates who would call and request more 90’s music) and the sound of my own voice talking and it was a blast. I willingly woke up at stupid hours to carry a morning show with another freshman student, something that wasn’t usually bestowed upon students until later on. I felt special.

As a side note, the head professor of our department was a diehard radio fanatic and swore, up and down, that satellite radio would never take off. I think of him every time I drive my car that came preinstalled with Sirius/XM. I wonder what he thinks about Spotify. I digress.

I watched joy spread across my oldest son’s face this afternoon. All because he got to talk into a microphone… on the radio. I knew what he was feeling. I actually knew what he was feeling. I followed the length of his eyelashes to the tips of his nose to the curve of his lip to the microphone and knew that, for fifteen minutes when he was six, I knew what he was feeling. I might not understand what he’s feeling when he’s 16 — in fact, I expect not to — but I knew it today.

He told me afterward, “Mommy! I want to be a radio guy when I get to be a grown up!

I gave him the pat line — “You can be whatever you want to be when you grow up, even a radio guy!” — but I smiled. Firefighters and astronauts and scientists. They’ve all been glimmers of his dad or Buzz Lightyear or Dr. Doofenshmirtz. But today, I saw a glimmer of myself.

Radio Station

I’m so proud of this little boy, not only for liking something that is a part of me but for continuing to happily support a school that he has come to love so very much. He is a shining example of using your voice — quite literally — to foster change. He inspires me to use mine as well.

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Kindergarten Readiness? NO, I’m NOT Ready

I made the call this morning and signed BigBrother up for his Kindergarten Screening. A friend on Facebook asked what that was, which I explained was just to see if kids are ready for Kindergarten. I remember my Kindergarten screening day. In the early 80’s. I had to write my name, say my letters, numbers, colors, and shapes. I had to walk in a straight line (I’m surprised I could do it), and walk up the stairs properly (one at a time). I had to jump. I failed skipping. Oh, skipping.

I’m not really sure what they’ll do at BigBrother’s screening next month. But he can do all the basic stuff — letters, numbers, shapes, colors, recall random facts about your tibia and femur and other bones(*), writing his name, knows his address and phone number. And his reading is coming along just fine. Just don’t ask him to skip. Ahem. So, I think he’s fine. His fine motor skills have exploded in the past year as well, and his texture issues are improving. He still gags when he tries new food, but he touches Play-Doh. High five, Buddy! Of course, when I read tips for getting ready for Kindergarten that involve “work on listening without fidgeting,” I laugh.

I have some maintenance stuff to take care of before his screening day. I have to find his Social Security card. And Birth Certificate. I know both are somewhere in the house, most likely in one of our filing things. It should be a fun; my very own treasure hunt. The reward? Letting go of my kid just a little bit more. Hooray.

So, yes, he’s ready for Kindergarten. Me? Uh. No. I’m still not ready. More ready than I was last fall. But not ready-ready.

But him? He’s ready.

BB

(He also needs a haircut. We call this “Winter Hair.”)

I suppose I’ll work on getting ready then too. Orientation this month. Screening next month. Then one last summer of freedom — which I intend to make Epic. And then maybe I’ll be ready to walk into the era of Elementary School Mom without looking back too. I continue to learn from and take cues from my kids, so I suppose this should be no different.

(* = This kid is crazy interested in bones and the human body. I think that’s awesome.)