Most of the time these days I feel like I've got this parenting thing down. I've been doing it for 5 years now. I know how to pack everyone into the car and do varsity level parenting things, like go to the bank with two kids in tow. I figured out how to teach another human being how to write, read, tie shoes, peel eggs and carrots, use the toilet, twirl spaghetti.
I know... parent of the year, right?
But let me tell you, nothing-- absolutely nothing--- prepared me for the way I would feel (horror? panic?) when I got this letter in the mail the other day stating the time and place that my child should stand to be picked up by the school bus next week, should we decide to have her take it.
OhMyLord. Kindergarten. I'm trying to get used to the idea. I keep having to remind myself that we and she are doing everything right and that everyone else starting kindergarten is in the same boat.
But a little bit it feels like when we were new first time parents, and Violet was just two days old, and we took her in to the doctor and proclaimed with great anxiety that often she would cry when we put a hat on her head at night, and would she be ok or would she freeze to death in our 70-degree apartment???
A mother worries.
How did she get from this.....
all the way to this......
in only 5 years??! Sometimes when I look at her I still see photo #1 and worry that her head is cold. Maybe I'll slip a hat into her backpack on the first day of school, you know, just in case.
No comments:
Post a Comment