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A Kinder Grad

Kindergarten can really take a toll on the parents.  (Yes, I meant to say parents.)  I knew we were in for a lot of activities and volunteering, but I did NOT know that it would become a second job to be an involved school parent.  I was told that by volunteering and being involved, it would give your kids (and their classmates) all the benefits.  At a private school (especially a Catholic private school), if there aren’t any volunteers, there aren’t many activities.  So ultimately, I knew I had to participate.  Could I have cut down on the activities I chaired or took part in?  Sure.  Why didn’t I?  [Insert long sigh here.]  Because in the end, I realized that I wasn’t sending my child to a private school because it was better than the public schools in the area.  (We actually have great public schools in our district.)  I was sending my child to a private Catholic school so she could learn about her faith.  The most important lesson I can teach my kids is to be a service to others—their family, friends, school, and community.  They need to know (and see) that.  Volunteering gave me that opportunity.  I could talk all I want about how to help those who need it and how to volunteer, but until my kids see it in action, it’s meaningless.  I’m not claiming perfection, but I am saying that by taking on a large role in volunteering at a small school that relies solely on volunteers to have activities has provided Buggy with an example of what’s it’s like to be a service to her community.  It’s also proven to me that I am able (even at my busiest of weeks), to put others first.  So many times I’ve found myself saying things like:

“I’m so tired.  I’ll do the next activity,”
“Maybe next time,” or even slowly looking away when they asked for volunteers.

After this school year, I know that yes, I could just volunteer for the minimum hours.  And yes, I could just do the next activity, but I won’t.  I don’t do every activity, but I don’t do the minimum.  I’ve pushed myself more this year as a mother and as a wife and I feel really proud of that.  I’ve learned that while I’m not perfect, I am able.  (For those that have kids, work, and try to juggle it all, you know that more often than not, it’s just a matter of making it through the week and surviving to do it all again the following week.)  I’m not the first wife and/or mother to be told, “You don’t have to do it all.”  We know.  You don’t have to remind us.  We do it because we love those around us. 

Kindergarten tested us all.  We stretched ourselves to help our school community and I’m grateful Buggy got to witness that.  More often than not, she was there at every event setup, helping too.  Her teacher has taught her so much about empathy and has helped her love Christ in a way I never even imagined.  I feel blessed to have witnessed that on a daily basis.  These are the reasons why we sent her to a Catholic school.  I’m proud of her.  She has a new passion for faith and on most days, holds us accountable for our actions and pushes us to be our best selves, and to always consider “what God would think.”  Our Kinder grad is amazing.  Only 12 more years until college.  She’s this amazing now.  I can’t wait to see what’s in store for her future.









God Bless,

Kat

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