I’m spending the week doing the only possible thing I could be doing right now—gushing about how in the world we’re taking this little face to kindergarten tomorrow.
I always thought I would be so ready for this day. After all, five years is a long time. And Trenton and I earned every single day.
But as it turns out, sending your baby to school is just as scary as everyone says. It’s the worst with your first child, right?
Naturally, I worry about how he’ll handle being dropped off and how he’ll make friendships among 25+ kids he doesn’t know. I also worry about how his teacher will treat him—if she’ll see him with even a glimmer of the pride and love that I see him with.
Additionally, I’m embarking on a minimum of 18 years of schooling as a mom. (Calculated from now to the time Quinn graduates.) For some reason, elementary schools make me a bit uneasy. (Maybe it’s because I was a shy kid?) I have no interest in being involved in the PTA (sorry to my teacher-mom and PTA-president-sister!), but I wonder if I’ll feel obligated to. I’m pathetic with paperwork, which I know is about to double. I dread fundraisers. I’m saying goodbye to five years of a delightfully flexible schedule.
Not to mention, I’m entering the homework years!
I know many of you school moms are busy with the exact same things I’m doing this week. But if you get a second, please feel free to leave this first-timer some advice in the form of a comment. :) I could use it! Thanks, and good luck with the start of school, whenever it finds you!