back to real life for a moment.
today, mrs b and i met with the boys' teachers to discuss when we should break up the Dream Team and put them each in separate classes - something that conventional wisdom says you do with twins at a certain age. mrs b and i were chewing over whether it's best to pull off the bandaid as soon as possible - which would be this coming august when they start pre k - or to wait until they start elementary school, and we wanted a little insight from the people who see them together in this type of social environment the most.
what advice we got and what we decided isn't important. what is important is that during our chat, despite the teachers offering about 30 solid minutes of well-reasoned educational wisdom and eyewitness accounts of how the boys behave and perform at school, all i heard were the compliments. and what these two women had to say about my children had me struggling not to tear up in front of them there in the office.
i know how amazing they are. their family knows how amazing they are. but to hear the first real honest-to-goodness non-family member/friend superlative hallelujah-from-the-heavens type praise from people who have no real vested interest in how ab and jb are developing as children - other than how they are doing in school - will allow me to sleep soundly tonight.
and god knows i could use the sleep.
today, mrs b and i met with the boys' teachers to discuss when we should break up the Dream Team and put them each in separate classes - something that conventional wisdom says you do with twins at a certain age. mrs b and i were chewing over whether it's best to pull off the bandaid as soon as possible - which would be this coming august when they start pre k - or to wait until they start elementary school, and we wanted a little insight from the people who see them together in this type of social environment the most.
what advice we got and what we decided isn't important. what is important is that during our chat, despite the teachers offering about 30 solid minutes of well-reasoned educational wisdom and eyewitness accounts of how the boys behave and perform at school, all i heard were the compliments. and what these two women had to say about my children had me struggling not to tear up in front of them there in the office.
i know how amazing they are. their family knows how amazing they are. but to hear the first real honest-to-goodness non-family member/friend superlative hallelujah-from-the-heavens type praise from people who have no real vested interest in how ab and jb are developing as children - other than how they are doing in school - will allow me to sleep soundly tonight.
and god knows i could use the sleep.
2 comments:
Just when we are convinced we are royally fucking them up, we get external validation.
Nice job, Daddy B!
Well daddy B, coming from a twin, such as myself. Waiting until Elementary School was how it went for me, and I turned out moderately well adjusted.
And since your chillins are obviously in good shape, why mess with a good thing?
Good work Mr & Mrs. B.
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