Let me preface this post by saying that I hesitated to even write it, as it seems that if there’s one thing we have in common as moms, it’s that on some level we seem to think our kids accomplishments and/or challenges are our own.

Caterpillar has taught me in the last year how very wrong that is.  Our kids are very much their own little people.  And while we’ve been instructed to guide them along their journeys, it’s important to remember it’s their journey to discover in Gods perfect timing.

With that in mind, I wanted to share with all of my besties out there in cyberspace that we had a conference with Monkey’s teacher last night, and she would like Monkey to be tested for the Discovery program.  The Discovery program, as I understand it, would allow Monkey to learn the curriculum at a faster pace, and generally runs about a year or more ahead of the regular class.  These students are selected by a testing process, which right away made me worry.  What is it about moms that we automatically go to worry?  Or is that just me …

My mind started wondering things like: What if she tested and didn’t get in?  Would she feel like she disappointed us and her teachers in some way?  How would they challenge her in class if we didn’t do Discovery due to placement, or our decision? What if they wanted to put her ahead a grade?  I did that when I was little and it was just short of a disaster in the end.  I wasn’t socially ready.  I know she’s not either.  I don’t want her to grow up too fast.  She’s has a silly heart, and I love that. Don’t take that from her …

And on…. and on.

Then I realized that I needed to have a little more faith. (And borrow a Xanax from a dear friend that I love deeply… who’s kids also just happen to be in Discovery … hmmmm…)

So, I shut my brain up for a minute and listened to what her teacher had to say.  Her reading is outstanding.  She can read almost anything put in front of her.  Her writing is closing in on that level as well.  Her handwriting is good for her hand size.  She’s where she should be socially, and a fun kid.  Bottom line: She loves to learn and she’s good at it.  She’s very confident Monkey won’t have a problem getting into the program.

She’s not me. She’s not me. She’s not me. Even though the same could be said about me when I entered Kindie, she’s NOT me.

And she’s not.  I remember when I tested out of Kindergarten.  Isn’t that funny that I remember that?  I remember going to my teachers house to work through the work I was going to skip over.  I remember going to get my plastic bin out of the Kindie room and moving it to the first grade room.

I also remember how embarrassing it was to repeat the seventh grade.

Not because I couldn’t handle the work. I just couldn’t handle puberty.

I remember.

But she’s not me.  This is her journey to discover.  This is His plan for her.

I was faithful God would place her in the perfect school for her a year ago, and He has.  I was faithful that we would be able to pay for her Kindie tuition, and we have.  He has her in the palm of her hand.

He has her.

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This picture was taken at her third birthday party.  Long before I had a fancy-schmancy camera, and long before we’d even begun to think about school.

He had her then, and He has her now.

So, it seems that I’ve already started to learn a lot from this program.  Funny how she won’t even test until October, IF she gets in she won’t even start until second grade.  Yet, I’m already learning.

God is so good.