I did it! I sent my babies to school today. To kindergarten. They entered the rat race, and I walked them there. And so begins the next 13+ years of their lives.
School begins at 7:35, so I set my alarm for 6:00 sharp. Plenty of time to cook breakfast, let the girls take their time getting ready, watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, then walk them into their classrooms and watch them get settled in.
Except my eyes flew open at 6:40. My alarm didn't go off! Or maybe it did, but I hit snooze? Who knows! But in typical fashion, we started the day in a rush, with only 55 minutes to get dressed, eat, brush our teeth, comb our hair, drive to school, and walk them in. And of course the parking lot was packed with all the other first timers, so we had to park what felt like a mile away and walk. But we made it! Thank God I had packed their lunches and set out their clothes the night before, or this could have gone a totally different direction.
The girls are in different classes. Reagan is hearing impaired and has some developmental delays, so she has a special education teacher for math, language arts, and reading. She will also get two hours a day with her hearing teacher, 30 minutes twice a week with her speech therapist, and 30 minutes of physical therapy twice a month. But she was super excited that a few of her little friends from preschool are in her class again this year. And she's supposed to go to Greyson's class for lunch, recess and specials (music, art, PE, computers). Greyson was also thrilled to see a few familiar faces, and ran right in when we got to the door of her new classroom.
And I am pleased (and shocked) to announce that I did not cry. Not a single tear was shed. Maybe because I was in too much of a rush to even realize what was going on. So rushed, in fact, that walking down the school hallway I realized that I was wearing my shirt inside out. But if I really stop and think about what this means, I might weep dramatically. These two girls have been my life since they were born almost six years ago. I have spent my days and nights taking care of them, most of that time just the three of us. We have gone through hospital bed rest, premature birth, open heart surgery, epilepsy, brain surgery, hearing loss, and the death of their father. We are the Three Musketeers, except I just sent two of them off on their own. Who will take care of them? Who will make sure Greyson can open her string cheese, or that Reagan goes to the potty? Who will make sure no one bullies them or teases them? Who will make sure the teachers understand what Reagan needs? I just have to trust that their teachers will take care of them, and they will be fine. They may even enjoy it!
Nope, still no tears. I guess I may actually be ok with this whole kindergarten thing.
Did you have a hard time sending your babies to school? Was your little one excited to go? Leave a comment!
School begins at 7:35, so I set my alarm for 6:00 sharp. Plenty of time to cook breakfast, let the girls take their time getting ready, watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, then walk them into their classrooms and watch them get settled in.
Except my eyes flew open at 6:40. My alarm didn't go off! Or maybe it did, but I hit snooze? Who knows! But in typical fashion, we started the day in a rush, with only 55 minutes to get dressed, eat, brush our teeth, comb our hair, drive to school, and walk them in. And of course the parking lot was packed with all the other first timers, so we had to park what felt like a mile away and walk. But we made it! Thank God I had packed their lunches and set out their clothes the night before, or this could have gone a totally different direction.
And I am pleased (and shocked) to announce that I did not cry. Not a single tear was shed. Maybe because I was in too much of a rush to even realize what was going on. So rushed, in fact, that walking down the school hallway I realized that I was wearing my shirt inside out. But if I really stop and think about what this means, I might weep dramatically. These two girls have been my life since they were born almost six years ago. I have spent my days and nights taking care of them, most of that time just the three of us. We have gone through hospital bed rest, premature birth, open heart surgery, epilepsy, brain surgery, hearing loss, and the death of their father. We are the Three Musketeers, except I just sent two of them off on their own. Who will take care of them? Who will make sure Greyson can open her string cheese, or that Reagan goes to the potty? Who will make sure no one bullies them or teases them? Who will make sure the teachers understand what Reagan needs? I just have to trust that their teachers will take care of them, and they will be fine. They may even enjoy it!
Nope, still no tears. I guess I may actually be ok with this whole kindergarten thing.
Did you have a hard time sending your babies to school? Was your little one excited to go? Leave a comment!
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