India's Assessment

My little family of late risers woke up unusually early last morning. It was Indie's appointed first assessment at school and everyone was excited. It was a one-on-one meeting with her teacher wherein the teacher is supposed to give the student a series of activities so she gets a starting point with which to measure the child's progress on the next assessment.

It was scheduled at 9:30 am. We were ready by 8. So Indie took off her rain boots, sat on the bed with her drawing board and doodled a bit. We left the house 15 minutes to 9.

Indie the first-time student who came prepared for the rainy day was, not surprisingly, unprepared to meet her new mentor. I had to escort her inside and stay for quite some time in a spot where she could see me. After a minute or two, I knew my little girl didn't really need me there so I headed for the door without looking back.

My husband Nubs and I whiled away the time taking turns with the camera. Sheesh, I really want that DSLR!

Around half of the 30-minute mark, we heard a squeal. Was that Indie? Yes, it was her said Nubs who immediately run to the door. He motioned for me to take a peak as well and there was our baby talking non-stop. That was the Indie that we knew. What we didn't know was that she would be so un-shy so soon...

After the session, the 4-year old had a rush of adrenaline, maybe from that half hour spent with a stranger-turned-friend, independent of her papa and mommy. She was rewarded with a slice of carrot cake at Chocolate Kiss which proved to be not enough for the growing girl. A slice of devil's food cake was in order.

To complete the experience, we had lunch at the famous Beach House which, for the unfamiliar, was situated nowhere near a body of water but very close to a sunken garden or the Sunken Garden. This is where they serve the best barbecue in town. Another reward for the new student, on a momentous occasion in her young life.

Of course, Indie was most likely unaware of the day's importance. And at the end of it, she simply came up with an assessment of her own—

"I like my teacher. She's a nice girl."