Well. My little boy begins Kindergarten today. I spent last weekend searching every Target store for the 8 count box of Crayola Crayons on John Henry’s supply list. Four boxes requested. None to be found. Only the 64 counts and 2 million counts. I finally went to a Walmart – a store I avoid like the plague. Turns out, it was 8 count Crayola heaven. And, I stocked up on them like it was Y2K.
I was also able to sort out the online uniform order debacle. I ordered shirts that would fit Anna perfectly and pants that would fit me. Okay, so me when I was like 10. It was a stress point, nonetheless, and I worried that I was too late in working out my very poor guesstimate of John Henry’s sizes.
All things were handled just fine. Kind of made the stress of it all seem so petty. But, stress is an entirely different post.
I’m pretty confident in the fact that John Henry is ready. I just don’t know that I am. I mean, sure, I’m ready for the welcomed mommy breaks like all moms who endure summers with school-aged children.
It’s the realization that “toddler” no longer describes him. That his awareness to sometimes unkind children and injustice is about to be awakened. That I’m going to have to sit at a table every afternoon and practice writing letters and telling time. It’s not that we don’t work at the table anyway. But, the pressure just isn’t there.
No more sleeping until whenever. Or, being lazy lima beans until whenever.
School begins at 8:30 A.M. Not 10:00 A.M. This fact alone makes home-schooling that much more appealing. But, we can do it. Yes.We.Can.
Casey, could you please play, “It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday” by Boyz II Men?
Here is where you come in moms and dads.
Do you have any advice for this first-time mother of a Kindergartener? Commenting will be open all year long. For real.