I have been looking forward to my eldest little girl starting school this year. When the noise is deafening and the nails-down-a-chalkboard whinging repeats itself I tell myself that it is only a week to go and then the decibels will decrease in our house.
Now I am not so sure....
For a start Goofy and JJ are capable of producing noise both individually and as a team, they do not require MiniMe's assistance, even though she eagerly provides it!
What I have started to think about more as the big day approaches it that MiniMe is now out there on her own 5 days a week, more time than she is at home with me. She will have to navigate her way through the classroom and the playground. Figure out who she wants to be friends with and who wants to be friends with her. By herself. For the next thirteen years I have to learn to loosen the hands that have held on to her so tight.
I have to remember that her school experience will not be the same as mine. The things I struggled with, she may not. The things I loved, she may not. The girls I went to school with will not be going to school with her. It will be different.
I have to also remember that my worrying about her is not going to help her. What will help is making sure we talk so that if things are troubling her that there is time for them to emerge in our conversations. And that there are time for the good things to pop up too!
I never thought I would be one of those mothers who needed to take tissues when they took their child to their first day of Kindy but now I am thinking I better have a few in my pocket.....just in case.
Well said. If only I could have you remind me of these things weekly! Wishing you a smooth transition next week.
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