I cannot be the only one…who was filled with dread after
they glanced ahead at their child’s school calendar and saw the words “Kindergarten
Field Trip to The Zoo” printed on the page. I immediately envisioned Sonny Boy, tears streaming down his
chubby little six year old cheeks, crying in a little alcove outside the
gorilla exhibit, lonely and lost at the zoo on his first field trip. My heart started racing and I knew I
had to find out all the particulars
of this field trip before I could sign my John Hancock on any sort of
permission slip.
When the field trip paperwork was sent home in the homework
packet, I sat down and studied the information, I mean studied the info, you could have tested me on the details later in
the day and I would have aced that test. With all the knowledge about the field
trip laid out in front of me, I painfully decided, that even with my
reservations about the trip, I would sign my child’s safety off to the school
and hope for the best.
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| The mysterious swollen ear. |
I know your thinking, “Geez, cut the cord woman,” but my
field trip fears are based on more than just an overprotective Mama standpoint;
the school and Sonny Boy’s teacher have given me pause about their commitment
to our little learners on more than one occasion.
There was the time that Sonny Boy shared with me the
adventure of taking the attendance forms
to the office, only to return to the Kindergarten yard to find the gate locked,
and after standing around for a few minutes (who knows what a few minutes in a
six year old life is, it could have been three or twenty), unsure of what to
do, he and his classmate decided to return to the office to ask for help.
Another time Sonny Boy’s ear swelled up to three times it’s
natural size in class, it was red, angry, and sticking out funny from the side
of his head (you know, funnier than usual, that is). When I asked his teacher
if Sonny Boy had complained or was preoccupied by the irritated ear she
replied, “I didn’t even know it was red, but Wow look at it.” Yes, “Wow look at
it,” was her response.
With these and a few other, “Huh,” experiences under my
belt, I think it goes without saying that I was fearful of the schools ability
to take my child on a bus, away from our city, get him inside the gates of the
zoo, and keep watch over him. Thankfully, a few of my Mama friends were able to
get time off of work to volunteer as chaperones on this zoo excursion and
promised me that they would keep a watchful eye over Sonny Boy with the same
kind of scrutiny as they do watching their own children.
The day of the field trip I was pretty nervous, after I
dropped Sonny Boy off at school I kept my eye on the time, trying to imagine
what those junior scholars were up to at the zoo. At ten o’clock I imagined
them having a snack, at noon that gaggle of kindergartners could be eating
their lunch, one o’clock Sonny Boy was being rescued from his fall into the
lion habitat, and at two o’clock their little tired legs would be boarding that
big yellow school bus.
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| The boy is READY to go! |
Picking Sonny Boy up after school that day was the best,
seeing his dirty rosy checked face was such a welcome relief. I was so happy to see him in one piece,
with no claw or ravaging wild animal tooth marks. Later, when getting the low
down from the chaperoning Mamas, I was not too shocked to hear that in fact one
of Sonny Boy’s classmates did manage to wander off for a moment, but was found
and returned to the class quickly and efficiently (all thanks to the Zoo
security, who I guess is trained and ready for the wandering child scenario).
All in all, we made it past this first field trip and are
already looking forward to more…well, Sonny Boy is, I am still a nervous nelly…
