As I breathe a sigh of parental reilef, I celebrate today being the first day of school for both kids.
I fondly recall memories over the years. Our daughter who is 16 years old now and our son who will be 13 in September.
Pre-school was ok for me. It was only a few hours a day. I called that time ” doing laundry and household stuff” But getting into K was something I had to get use to, because this was now M-F all school day long.
First day of K came around. I was the first one there and the last parent to leave. I can still see my daughters beautiful brown eyes looking at me saying “Mom, I’ll be ok, you can go now” I kissed her yet again, turned away as I shed a tear and let her go.” The same for my son. I wasn’t as clingy and nervous for my son being the second time around. Not to mention he had to stay home with me for an extra year because his birthday missed the cut off date. He was also a pain in the ass.
I AM NOT a Summer person. As organized as I try to be, summer causes me to completely lose structure along with my mind. So when school rolls around, I am on a parental high. Now, it’s not easy, school comes with its ups and downs.
Even though I am happy to get them out of my hair, I love being with them after school. Mainly because I know that they’re safe and I simply love hanging out with my children. As Cartman would say “mostly” (just not so much in the Summer, allllll the timeeeeeee)
This brings me to the conclusion of my thoughts in this blog. The good ole days of mommy walking my kids to school is behind me. Now it’s more like “Get up, get dressed, eat, brush your teeth, grab your backpack, get in the car and get the fuck out, have a great day, Sweetheart, see ya after school” Sometimes they’re lucky if I stop the car as they open the door.
I love you Alice Cooper, but I say “Schools back, goodbye Summer”