Last week, my wife was added to a Whatsapp group called ‘Welcome to first grade’, but I was not. I should not have been surprised, I suppose, because just two years ago, when our daughter was entering her preschool-kindergarten program, this same thing happened. Of course, I admit that I was not particularly interested in that particular group back then because there wasn’t any serious discussion to be had there. “That’s ok – you can just tell me if something actually important comes up,” I told my wife, and she did.
However, our daughter is entering elementary school next year, where she will remain until at least sixth grade, and she may even continue through high school. The school that she will be attending is a special one, which puts a heavy emphasis on communitywide dialogue and parental involvement; it boasts a school community that I am very invested in being a part of; and its uniquely empowering, nondogmatic approach to Jewish education speaks to my depths.
Suffice it to say that I plan to be very involved with our daughter’s schooling in the coming years.
(By the way, I am the one who takes our daughter to school and picks her up at the end of the day; and I will continue shouldering this responsibility next year because the office where I work is on the way to her new school. Just sayin’.)
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