Hey Pumpkin, why the long face?
Hi Mommy. I don’t feel so good.
Come here, and let me touch your forehead. You don’t seem warm to me. I’ll take your temperature when we get home to be safe though. How’s your tummy?
I’m not that kind of sick Mommy.
Ok then. What’s wrong?
I’m sick of school.
Aww, I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like to talk about it now or later? You can tell me anything whenever you’re ready.
It’s just that first grade is harder than I thought.
I see. What part about first grade is hard for you? I’m sure there’s something Dad and I can do to help.
Everyone got along in kindergarten. I miss it so much. Can you help me go back?
I can understand why you feel that way. It was the good ole days for us both. Best part for me was I had no bills. But, no sweetie. You can’t go backwards. Actually, no one can. All we can do is move forward while doing what can be done to make life more enjoyable. Let’s start by emailing your teacher.
What’s a bills?
Hmm. That’s a good question Zara. Bills are like homework for adults, but they never stop getting assigned.
No wonder you want to go back to kindergarten too. It’s cause you won’t get a lot of homework. But I have to warn you Mommy, some first graders don’t like to play nice.
Zara, has another classmate treated you unkindly?
Once or twice…
One time is too many.
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Comments (10)
Well written. One time is too many...its so true.
I love how honest this felt. Like a very real conversation, but so insightful too! Excellent!
So cute of the little girl thinking she could go back to kindergarten. 😍
Nice story with a good message. Work well done!
Homework for adults and it's never ending. That last line hit so hard, even one time is too many. Loved your poem!
Such a sincere and authentic feeling conversation! Great dialogue poem!
great poet .I loved it
Oppssss It's painful to be called ugly or unusual 😕
I find myself with pouty lips at the end of reading this.
You have beautifully captured mother's love and wisdom, guiding her child through the bittersweet experiences of growing up. 💖👩👧 ... it's a touching and thought -provoking poem! ...I loved it 😊.