Honey has been doing such a great job in kindergarten. She is excited that each day she comes home with banana tickets. Banana tickets are something the kids earn if they have had a good day following the rules and behaving properly. When they accumulate 10 tickets they can trade them in for a treasure box item of their choice. I figured she would be a really good student and maybe only getting in trouble occasionally for a little excess chit chat or being a tiny bit too bossy. (She takes after her mother, who takes after her grandmother)
True to my thoughts, when she came home Friday with a project due in two weeks she wanted to jump right on it. The project is a huge poster in which they are to fill out portions and answer questions about themselves. In addition they are to color it and be as creative as they want. The final step which Honey is NOT looking forward to is presenting their project to the class. We worked on it all last weekend. Since she doesn’t know how to spell she needed my help in writing the words down. She is still learning how/when to use lower case letters so it is a tedious job for her. When she finished the writing portion she happily moved on to the coloring. She rested in between during the weekend and got about half way finished when the unthinkable happened.
She spilled her drink all over her project. She was in complete tears and so upset that she had ruined it all. My heart just broke for her. We are often telling the kids you eat when you eat and you work when you work they do not mix. This was a very hard lesson for Honey to learn. I wrote a note to her teacher explaining the situation so a new project can be sent home. Unfortunately that means we get to start over. (Guess what we are doing this weekend)
Through the process I let Honey know how proud I was of how she wanted to get it done and not wait until the last minute. I soothed her crying by letting her know it is ok, she still had two weeks to do another project. That it was a good thing she started early when she had this mishap because now she still has time to finish a new one. I think once she realized she could get another paper she felt much better.
Sometimes we just have to let our kids make their own mistakes so they see us parents aren’t just talking jibberish.