Oh my goodness, Thomas is starting Kindergarten! The past 5 years have gone by in a blink and now he is moving onto the next chapter of his life, the school years!
Admittedly, I have been a bundle of emotions and the tears are frequent and the joy, excitement, and fear are all ever flowing in my mind. We have done as much prep work as we can to get him ready and he seems as excited as he can be with a hint of nerves not far behind.
The school he is attending had a good introduction to the school and the teachers starting with “popsicles with the principal.” Thomas and all the other students were able to go up to the school and have a treat while they mingled with each other and met the teachers. They then had meet the teacher night when we found out that his teacher would be Mrs. Mahmoud. She seemed very nice and Thomas was able to melt right into her shoulder for a hug before we headed home.
We spent the weekend before school getting everything buttoned up. Lots of fun and after he went to sleep at night lots of tears. It was a hard transition, one no one could prepare me for, Mike was handling it much better than myself. The night before he went to school I posted the below as I read it and as always someone was so much better with words, just replace Chase with Thomas and middle school with Kindergarten!”
“I just dropped Chase off at middle school. MIDDLE SCHOOL.
Like I’ve been doing for three weeks now—I let him out of the car. I let him walk away from me and toward that huge building filled with PEOPLE AND DYNAMICS AND IDEAS and other horrible wonderful things that will break his heart and MAKE his heart and that I have no business trying to control. I let him walk toward a life that is HIS and not mine. Toward experiences that he is meant to have without me. Toward journeys he has to take alone.
Someone needs to create a word that describes what happens inside of a mama’s heart as she’s watching her child walk into a school building. We need a word for the feeling that overtakes her after saying goodbye to her infant who is somehow masquerading as a young MAN and who is walking away from her into his adolescent life. A word to describe the phenomena that is a mother sitting helplessly in her empty van while her heart silent screams her daily PLEASEPLEASEPLEASES!!! PLEASE be good to him. Please see his strengths and overlook his weaknesses. Please sit by him at lunch. Please smile back when he smiles. Please want to be his partner. Please be gentle. Pleasepleaseplease. PLEASE.
And how as she watches him walk away—toward the unknown of his day and away from the KNOWN of her (SO BRAVE! HOW DID HE GET SO BRAVE??? IS THIS LEVEL OF INSANE BRAVENESS EVEN WISE????) her head understands that the world is unfolding as it should. Her head KNOWS that all is well. That he is beginning his LIFE and that LIFE in all its bruty is what he came here for. And that he is ready. But her heart will not receive that memo. Her heart wants to run after him and pull him close and say: JUST JOKING HONEY! WE MADE A MISTAKE! THIS IS TOO MUCH! Come home and we will stay together forever and I will make sure that life NEVER HAPPENS TO YOU. Don’t worry. We will snuggle forever. Because I am not ready.
So she just sits in her empty van for a moment—holding up the car line for a split second too long. Her body is temporarily paralyzed, short circuited by the opposing messages from her head and her heart. The mixed messages SWARM her being and all at once she feels pride and fear and terror and excitement and hope and hopelessness and tenderness and ferocity and loss and gain. All these emotions swirl until her heart becomes so swollen that it threatens to escape out of her throat into tears and so she instructs herself to snap out of it. She shakes herself a bit. She breathes deeply and shrugs it all off and she drives away. And on her way home she tries to restore her heart to its original size by thinking of other things. Practical things. Because it’s all too much. Whatever that feeling is—it’s a lot like looking right at the sun. It’s simply too bright to stand for longer than a moment.
Is it love? Is the word love? Damn. Love wins but love hurts.
Glennon of Momastery.com September 2014.”
On his first day of school we were up and out the door on our bikes. He was really excited and nervous all at the same time, so were we! He put all his stuff into his cubby and then he went and sat down we said our goodbyes and then we left him. We left him, our baby, at his first day of school with his teacher and 19 new friends, confidants and playmates. We did it, we made it, we made it to Kindergarten! Our 5 years at home of preparing him and slowly transitioning him and getting him ready for this moment happened. He rocked his goodbye and so did we only a few tears fell as I turned my back to him and walked away.
Thomas had an amazing first day! He was a bit exhausted when he got home and there was a lot of tired emotions and a bit of “I miss you mama and home” but he really did well the first week. There were no tears at drop off he was excited to go, even if he knew and told us he missed us a ton, it took a few weeks for him to settle in. There were a few major melt downs in the first couple weeks as he searched to get ahold of how he felt about this transition. He was tired, missing home and us and under a lot of demands at school. After a particularly good melt down we were able to help him process through everything. He did a great job telling us he really liked school but it was really a long time and he really missed us all. Honestly the best thing I did for him, contrary to what everyone wants to tell you, is while Mike and I held him, I cried with him and told him how much I/we missed him too, but that we were so proud of him and excited for him. It was the single most important thing I will lock away in my mind as what to do with Elin and William. Thomas needed to hear it was ok to have a happy/sad feeling about school and we agreed that after school we would do a ton of snuggling and special Mommy/Thomas time. We are now 30 days in (I am so behind on the blog) and Thomas is really loving school. He is less tired on a daily basis and he is so excited about what he is learning! We don’t need as much snuggle time after school and although he loves his weekends and says he really misses us school isn’t so scary anymore (for us either!).
Thomas, we are so proud of you! You continue to be a sweet and kind boy with more energy than we know what to do with! Your teacher is so proud of how well you are listening and all the jobs you help her with! We cannot wait to see what path your education leads you down.
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