So that’s not exactly how it went down, but you get the drift.
This is the first official full week of school for DS. We are supposed to be dropping off our kids in the supervised (huge) playground every morning. But for most of us this is a new concept. At DS’s last school, where he attended Preschool, JK, and SK, I was able to walk him inside and hand him over to his teacher. So waving goodbye and letting him run off into a playground filled with students as old as thirteen is a little, um, scary Last week they allowed all of us overprotective parents to hover around the kids until the bell rang and their teachers came out to call them in. I guess this week, we have to learn to let go.
As I was hovering about ten feet away from DS, as he maturely stood in his class line and engaged in a conversation with his new best friend, one of the cheerful playground supervisors came over, and gently told me this week, us parents have to stand at the edge of the playground. Something about them becoming independent. So as I rolled DD’s stroller away, all the while waiting for DS to notice I was leaving, I couldn’t help feeling anxious. What if he didn’t go into class? What if he panicked that I was leaving? Had he heard me say goodbye? Did he remember I gave him a hug? I joined the other parents who’d been relegated to the sidelines and waited for the bell to ring. Sure enough DS remained in line, chatting non-stop with his friends, Spider Man backpack perfectly resting on his shoulders…their teacher walked out, called them in and he walked away…he didn’t once look back for a reassuring smile or wave…and I guess, that’s what I wanted. Because if he had looked back with tear-filled eyes, I would have been heartbroken. Instead, I know he’s confident, he’s happy, and he’s adjusting better than I ever did in the first grade.
I’m so happy we made it to autumn. This is my absolute favourite time of year. Cool mornings and evenings, crisp air filled with the smell of freshly fallen leaves. Oh, and kids back in school
DS started grade one at a new school last Wednesday. This was huge for him (and me). I think I may have been more nervous than he. It took me an hour to pack his lunch (don’t ask) and all the while I kept thinking how fast everything flew by. I could have sworn my little guy was just a baby a few months ago. Now, he’s off to grade one. He had a great first day, loved his class, and his ‘big kid’ school. HUGE relief! I still have the almost-two-year old at home with me, so the days are packed.
This wasn’t the best of summers, so I am happy to see it go. Radiation for my dad ended the last week of August, and in December he will hopefully get the all-clear. He’s looking good, so that’s a nice indicator that he should be fine. We managed to squeeze in one last trip to the beach before school for the kids, so that makes me feel a little better that the boring summer for the kids ended on a high note.
As for my writing…well it’s been a challenge. For the first time in a long, long time, I’ve really struggled with productivity. The whole summer was filled with chaos, lack of routine, and those daily trips to the hospital. And it’s taken it’s toll. I feel like I’m finally getting back into the swing of things. And boy do I need to…
I’m gearing up for a huge year-I’m working on a super secret project (I can’t believe I’m actually writing that), as well as finishing up a proposal that should have been done a while ago, and I’m waiting to hear on a proposal that was sent in during the summer. My first book releases in November! As soon as I have the title I’ll share…
Now that routine is back, I’m starting my 5am wake-ups again…and I do love them. The trick to making them work though, is by being asleep by 11pm. I know that this 5 am slot is my time, without any of the interruptions and unexpected duties that the day inevitably brings. And it’s nice to know that some word count has been done by the time DD and I are walking DS to school.
Here’s to a happy, healthy, productive autumn….with plenty more blog posts!