We’re one week into kindergarten at our house and I have some thoughts, observations and questions.
First of all, the first day did not unfold as I had expected or how Facebook social norms would predict for that matter. Our kindergartner hates to pose for pictures, especially when Mom and Dad are requesting her cooperation.
Needless to say, our attempts at cute, sign-holding snapshots were met with frowns, stomping of feet, whining, and the eventual production of tears.
We managed one passable portrait for the memory book.
Additionally, the first day drop off went remarkably smooth. She was brave, excited and actually asked us to leave once she was settled. So we did. We left and I didn’t cry.
After reading all my friends’ posts and shared stories, I felt like I was supposed to cry. I was anticipating at least 20 minutes of a good, ugly cry; instead, I left happy. Is something wrong with me?
It made me feel a bit like a defective mother because I wasn’t losing it in the parking lot.
To the contrary, one week of full day kindergarten is making my daughter come apart at the seams. She loves school, but she’s exhausted. Exhausted = grumpy, whiny, and bad behavior.
My friends warned me that the first few weeks would be tough, but I wasn’t expecting I’d have to share my home with a seemingly possessed child. She’s argumentative, impatient, easily frustrated, but a sudden “know-it-all.” She knows everything now that she’s completed five days of school.
Anyone else suffering? Please tell me I’m not alone!
Here’s another question for all you parents of school-agers:
What is a mom to do with all of the papers that come home?
I feel like I should be saving every last 8 ½ x 11 white sheet that comes home with her markings on it, but let’s be realistic, that’s just ridiculous. Yet, putting the fourth worksheet (in five days) with pencil tracings of the alphabet in the recycling seems like I’m throwing out a captured moment in time.
How do I keep enough to manage the memories but throw out enough to manage the clutter in my home?
Here’s what I do know:
I’m on a steep learning curve about what it means to be the mother of a school-aged child. I’m smiling and initiating conversations with other parents while waiting for the school bell in an attempt to build relationships.
I will get tired of making PB&J sandwiches long before my daughter will get tired of eating them.
I’m excited about the one-on-one time with my 2.5 year-old, but do find the house eerily quiet from 8:15 a.m. to 3:20 p.m.
We’re in a new stage of family life. Our schedules are now dictated by the school calendar and bed times. We have parent-teacher meetings, conferences, and take-home folders. We need milk money and fancy outfits for school pictures.
Times… they are a changin … but we’re ready!
Jessica Brashear is married with two children.
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