It was pouring rain as I sat there in the car with a manila folder in my hand containing all the documents I needed. I couldn’t get myself to get out of the car. I sat a little longer listening to a little Avicii and getting myself pepped up. I took a few deep breaths and headed inside to hand over another child to the school system. My heart. With my first born it hurt a little. With my second, I was a pro. No big deal. But with my BABY! Just sadness. I can’t believe it is his turn for kindergarten already.
I was in and out of city hall rather quickly seeing I had everything already filled out, signed, and copied. As I said, I was now a pro. It was like ripping off a band aid. In and out. As I took the elevator back down to the lobby I felt my heart sink with it. All those questions and anxieties came rushing to me again. Leaving my baby with a stranger all. day. long. Are they going to understand his personality? Will the other kids be nice to him? Will they accept him and his strange new “recipe” of bananas with cheese crackers? Will he be trying to escape the classroom and run down the hallways in search of his brothers? Then I remembered the ONE thing I was actually looking forward to… all three boys in the SAME school!!
At last the playing chicken with oncoming traffic through two towns to get him to school on time after dropping off his brothers will be over. Still my heart is aching a bit. Bittersweet.
The day has come, he’s graduated kindergarten. Honestly, I didn’t think it would happen. I caught myself a few times contemplating keeping him in kindergarten another year seeing he just made the cut off to be there in the first place. But he did it. We still have some more work to do over summer to get him up to speed for first grade. The kid’s vocabulary amazes me, but to get him to sit down and focus on reading…Lord help me. It’s always a struggle.
Introducing my new first grader.
It was also great to see my nephew graduate as well. He even got the award for Perfect Attendance!! High-fives to Machar.
We’re very proud…now on to FIRST GRADE! My heart just stopped. At least my baby still has one more year till entering kindergarten. Time goes so fast!
Deacon has been so excited to start kindergarten. “How many more sleeps?” The question I have been hearing on a daily basis. Then there is Logan, who is starting 1st grade. He’s not too thrilled. “I thought you said we had a long vacation!?” Yeah kid, two and half months is a long vacation. They started school today. A bittersweet moment for me. Time to get back to packing lunches, homework battles, and fundraisers. Logan started with a cough yesterday. A fake cough that is. Already! It’s going to be a very long year.
Now most get sad, anxious, and shed tears when they send their kids to kindergarten…not me. I was more nervous about sending Logan to 1st grade because he just doesn’t want to be there. His best buddies are not in his class, he is lazy when it comes to reading, and his favorites parts of school are recess, lunch, and art class. Deacon was a champ. He got in line with his class, gave me the two thumbs-up, and was off for a “better than awesome” day. I worried about Logan all day today. I want so badly for him to love school, it kills me. When my husband sent me the message today that he said his day was “great” I let out a sigh of relief. So maybe he’s not going to be a kid that LOVES school or thinks it’s “better than awesome,” but I’ll take “great” any day.
The baby starts preschool next week. Now THAT is going to be a scary one.