Helping parents, too
Look a little closer at the kitchen artwork at Kimmy Nickle’s house, and one piece might jump out at you: a self-portrait by her son James. The tuft of hair; the too-big glasses; the wide grin. Even on a rough day, that will make a mother smile.
He drew it last summer at a Ready Freddy class by a bubbly boy so excited that he hit it off with his teachers from their first meeting. They gave him a book to take home; then, a few weeks later, on his first day of school, he practically ran into the classroom.
“I never cried at milestones before,” she recalls, pausing. “But, that one was tough. He’s suddenly jumping from being a little kid to a big kid.”
Thanks to the Ready Freddy program, Kimmy says, the transition was smooth for everyone.
“I was a lot more comfortable, too,” she says. “That was such a great idea that we plan on doing it every year. Because in the end, that’s what matters most to me: having all these great memories to look back on.”