I was waiting for it, but didn't expect to burst into tears while I filled out the form for my son's milk card. In a little over two weeks he will start Kindergarten, and to make sure all parents panic, the school sent 50 pages of information, all double sided. Supply lists, important dates, conflicting dates and times, picnics, expectations, hot lunch schedule, pick up times, and the milk card.
His teacher assignment was not my first choice, or my second, but I am trying to be positive about it. I've heard the kids love her, but the parents have a hard time talking to someone who treats them like a child too. She likes to send letters home if your child does not sit with his feet on the ground. I know I will have a problem with those, but I will be good. The good news is, some of his friends are in his class. Nice kids and parents, so I look forward to being surrounded with people we can talk to.
I don't understand why I feel so upset about this. I should be happy for him, but I want him here with me. I don't want them to crush his spirit. Deep down I know they won't, but I still worry. How do you let go of that little hand? The one you spent the last six years protecting? Can someone slap me into reality? How do I approach his teacher so that she feels like I am on her side and not a thorn in it? How do I keep from wailing on the first day of school? Sorry for my absence, I will be back to normal soon.