A few weeks ago, my daughter’s Kindergarten class had a field trip to the Akron Zoo. I hadn’t originally planned on going, but her drop off and pick up times were such that it was easier for me just to take her to school in the morning, meet the group at the zoo, and bring her home with me at the end of the field trip.
I love kids, and A. is at a great age. Full of energy and curiosity. But you can have too much of a good thing. And the fact that the entire zoo was going to be overrun by kindergarteners had me wondering what I had gotten myself into.
The kids were divided into groups of five, and parent volunteers were assigned to each group. As it happened, each child in our group had a parent along on the trip, so we were one-on-one and each responsible primarily for our own child. This was a good thing for me. I am watchful and alert with my own children; when I’m responsible for other peoples’ kids, I’m an absolute mess. I become hyper-vigilant and worry that a child will get hurt or lost on my watch. So I was glad to have the other parents there so that I could enjoy the day.
The weather was perfect, and the kids all had a great time. A’s group was especially well matched. I hadn’t met the kids before, but I knew their names from hearing A. talk about them at home all the time. They all got along well, and they seemed to like being together.
With my work schedule, I am not able to get to many school events during the day. But I’m glad I took the time off for the zoo trip.
Even if there were more animals out of the cages than in them.