I am not sure when it became a deal to celebrate having gone to school 100 days. I think it is a bit weird. Still, Little’s class had a celebration last week and I took Bubba and KB along to participate. I was concerned about how Little would react if she saw me; she usually cries since I am not supposed to be there and it throws her off. Having KB with me really was a buffer. KB saw Little filing in and called out, “Little! Liiiitttle! I am here! When you are done you can give meyahug.” This was Little’s response:
Every child had a line to say. I only heard three or four. Little’s was, “It’s your turn.” She was looking around the room at the balloons and three of her classmates elbowed her while three others on the back row loudly whispered, “Little.” She said her bit and went back to looking at balloons. It’s at times like that I wonder what is going through her head. . . if anything.
The kids counted to 100. Each child had a number 1-47 and then they all joined in and shouted the remaining numbers together. Just to prove she could, Little said every word she was supposed to and WITH the other children. I was a bit giddy since she rarely sings with the choir at church and is usually a step behind (or more) on choreography. She rocked the 100 Day Celebration, folks.
Next they counted to 100 by 5s and then they counted to 100 by 10s. The Principal told the children “good job” in 100 different ways and the kids quoted a poem with 100 words in it. And then there was singing, which Little also pulled off very well.
Medals were given to each child who had read 100 books in 100 days. Little is so very proud of that medal. The gal putting the medal over Little’s head is Miss Phelan, Little’s teacher. She is just what you imagine a 1st grade teacher should be. . . but with better clothes.
I was a proud mommy. Proud in the “thankful for what God is doing” kind of way. Who am I that I question His goodness and fear His choices. He is good all the time and His love for my children, husband and myself never fails. I am humbled. And grateful. And . . . I wonder if I can think of 100 ways to describe how I feel.