My oldest son starts Kindergarten this month. And I’ve had a lot on my mind about that. I thought I would use this post as a general repository for all of the thoughts swirling in my head as a result of the Kindergarten countdown. My apologies in advance that this may be more like a stream of consciousness.
First of all I would like to announce that we haveĀ reached the age of being notified of class supply lists and orientation dates via Facebook. I never thought I would get my son’s school supply list off of Facebook, but there you go. The school Facebook page is actually quite good and they event create “events” for things like an upcoming Open House. It’s just strange to me is all. So impersonal.
I have to put my son’s name on every individual crayon within 2 boxes of 24 count Crayola crayons. Yep.
Are we going to do purchased cafeteria food or pack his lunch? I was, I think, an easy child as I ate PB&J every day that I carried a lunchbox until middle school. Then I discovered that I liked cafeteria food, as did most of my peers, and ate the cafeteria offerings all through the remainder of school. Even my senior year. Most people don’t admit to liking cafeteria lunch food. I’m sure some folks really didn’t, but I think it’s more “cool” or popular to say you didn’t like that crap than it is to say you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. I’ve never been cool. My son is more likely to be influenced by his peers. Fingers crossed that most of them also want to do the cafeteria lunch.
If I chose to pack his lunches, what will I pack? I really think we’ll do the cafeteria, but I must be prepared for a packing situation just in case. I am not the kind of person to do pretty and creative bento boxes….when I have to feed my kids lunch on the weekends it consists of Bandito burritos on Saturdays and fish sticks on Sundays. I can honestly say I’ve never considered feng shui on the plate. I don’t color coordinate, unless you count the times that they get mac & cheese, corn and apple sauce on a yellow plate. Here’s to sandwich bags containing sandwiches and function over form.
Can you tell this whole “what will he eat” thing seems more important to me than it probably is?
I have other general anxieties about sending my child off to real school. I’ve been preparing him for the drop-off, how we won’t be walking him in. His independence is going to sky-rocket, once he has a real life outside of home and the so-far-closely-supervised daycare. I think he will soar, blossom, and generally prove to the world how awesome and smart he is, but it’s still bittersweet.
Will he make friends easily? I think he will. He does seem to gravitate toward and hold in high esteem that one kid though. You know, the one I’m talking about. Will he be that one kid to someone else? It’s possible. Will he be the class clown? Also highly possible. I can in no way predict his future, but I do know for sure that’s he’s an amazing, funny, imaginative and smart child and those things should serve him well.
But really, it’s just that he’s my baby, my #1, and I’m not ready to send him out into the world yet. I will, but I won’t like it. Even typing this post, I’ve got some tears forming. We can’t hold them close forever, this I know, but we can allow ourselves to cry a good cry and go ahead and feel all of the feels. It’s just as much a rite of passage for us moms as it is the kids.
I know we’ll both be just fine. He’ll do much better than I will that first day, but after that I know I will cherish hearing all about his day at school and finding out all of the wonderful things he’s learned.