Piper is worried about first grade. She just started reading. She just began really writing. And she’s already anxious about an event that is 9 months away. Her eyes fill up when she talks about it. Poor baby.
“What are you worried about, P?” I asked, wiping away her tears.
“It looks so hard,” she said, “they do all this big kid stuff.”
“You do big kid stuff, already. This morning you dressed yourself and packed your snack and set the breakfast table. That’s big kid stuff.”
“That’s easy stuff, Mom. In first grade you get REAL grades. It’s not just about trying anymore.”
I thought about that. Piper already understands that effort goes a long way but eventually this world is about performance and evaluation. At five, she gets that. Sigh.
“Actually, Piper, they don’t give grades in first grade. I don’t think report cards have grades on them until third. Instead, they give you little check marks about your progress.”
Piper’s eyes got big at that news. “Well, geez, then, why do they call it first GRADE?”
Too smart for her mom.