Conversation with Mrs. Y

I need to update - sometimes it's hard to remember what remains to be said. It's one of those moments where I remember whenever I'm no where near a computer but then I sit down in front of the screen and I just want to ramble on about my toe nail polish. Or something.

After the roller skating party I did email Mrs. Y, Quinn's 1st grade teacher. She did some observation and spoke with Quinn, discreetly of course. She says she notices that other kids tend to shy away from him at times because he gets so intense. (Hmmm..can't imagine where he got that from!) She said that it's not that they don't seem to like him, but sometimes he's just too much to take and, well, a bit immature. She's says that it should come and that he really is normal in terms of 7yo development.

Interestingly, she asked him whom he would like to be friends with in the class. Quinn chose two people, one of whom is advanced socially and quite mature and another who is at the opposite end of the spectrum. She suggested that perhaps this speaks of his necessity for duality being the middle child and having Rhys (socially mature) above him and Lulu (well, little Miss Bossy is only 4!) below him. In all, she said he seems fine but encouraged me to have him engage with his peers outside of school, especially this summer. She said she should be able to release a class roster to me once all the kids have been placed.

It looks like I have some work to do. I think I know one of the kids whom Quinn wants to befriend but I don't know their parents. I met her briefly last summer and she suggested they get together but I hesitated because of not knowing her, lost the number and now, when I desperately do want to get them together, I can't find it or meet her. She must work because every time I see this boy, he is with an adult other than a parent. Not so helpful for arranging play dates!

Moral of the story: breathe. Stop placing my own heinous elementary memories on Quinn and making assumptions on his psyche based on my own. It turns out my kids are probably better adjusted than I am! Does that mean I'm doing something right or that they are turning out well in spite of myself? Sort of like Limhi with King Noah for a dad. (Not that I'm King Noah bad but...ok, I'm just rambling. Enough. Quinn can spell that last word by the by.)

Wow. Maybe I should subtitle this the ramblingest post I've ever written. Then again, you might argue with me. If so, what is the ramblingest post I've ever written? Not that I think any of you are going to answer that question. Ah, well, *sigh* if I keep this up, this will, conclusively, be the ramblingest post I've ever written. Ok - stopping.