Sometimes we’re ready for the stuff that comes our way. At other times we have to get ready. My first baby started elementary school yesterday. I had so much anxiety about it all. I was totally nervous about him fitting in, making friends and all of that. Preschool was one thing but this…this is big kid school. My heart would race just thinking about it.
When we pulled up to the school parking lot, my son took a look at all of the cars in the lot and said “there’s a lot of students here”. I could tell he was getting nervous. Up until then he had nothing but excitement in his voice. He was looking forward to meeting new friends. As we walked to the lineup for his class he held my hand and stayed close. He always holds my hand but this day it was different.
I told him that Mommy and Daddy would be leaving soon. He wanted to know why I was leaving him. Yep, he was nervous. We re-assured him that we’d be back to get him and ready to hear all about his day. He was alright. Still anxious, but OK.
It was hard for me to leave him there. When he was in daycare, I transitioned him. I was there with him every day for four weeks before I went back to work. I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with everyone and I wanted to make sure I was as well. During that time, I got to know the teachers really well. By the time I left him there, I felt like I was a part of the staff. I still keep in touch with his teachers from day care.
When he started preschool, I didn’t get a chance to do the same transition phase obviously. I guess that was my dry run for now. It was easier because it was preschool. All of the kids were the same age. It wasn’t BIG kid school.
I thought I’d be one of the moms that cries. I didn’t. I just smiled the whole time. My tears wouldn’t have helped anyone. Instead of allowing my eyes to fill, I chose to feel the fullness in my heart instead. It is indeed full.
How did the first day of school go for you?