|Griffin, par contre, adore le foot.
On soccer afternoons, Griffin has to walk home from school, decompress from his 7.5-hour school day (he craves time by himself most days), eat a protein-heavy snack, do his homework (20 minutes or so), practice his music (10 minutes), find his shin guards and cleats and water bottle and hat, and walk to practice, all in two hours.
This would, of course, be a piece of gâteau to a grown-up, but not for a lollygagging seven-year-old. And not for the seven-year-old's mother and his little sister who must accompany him for all these steps.
|He loves her very much, of course, but sometimes he just wants her to leave him alone.
At his first parent-teacher conference of the year, as we discussed how to keep him engaged and challenged in second grade, I had a brainstorm: I asked the teacher if I could come in a couple of times a week to do French lessons with him during the school day. And she agreed!
So far, so good. He's thrilled to skip the school breakfast and calendar/circle time for half an hour at the beginning of the day while spending time one-on-one with maman. We sit at a table just outside his classroom and take turns reading aloud, then we discuss what we read, then he writes a little about it, and--his favorite--sometimes we play word games. It's low-key, and lovely.
It makes me so, so happy to spend time helping him explore this language that I love. And not having to coax or cajole him to interact in French, not having to ward off and wrangle his inquisitive, imperious sister, not having to squeeze our lessons in between snack and soccer, or chores and bath, or homework and dinner--that makes our time together all the sweeter.
|my smiley garçon, showing off the chameléon he made in art class