The end of summer is officially here. We made it through our first week of school. It was not the easiest first week by any means. My Bean (daughter) is closing in quickly on her first double digit birthday and is more than eager to jump back into school and tackle the 4th grade. She has a very promising teacher this year and I hope that it is smooth sailing from here on in.
My Boog (older son) did not have as easy of a time. We started off great, got to school, happy, excited, etc. But I then learned that he was missing his mommy (awwww). It turns out he is is a bit of a worrier. He is a lot like his mommy in the fact that he over analyzes everything. The only downfall is that his not even 6 year old emotions are having a hard time coping with the “what ifs”. This took us all by surprise since his Kindergarden year was such a breeze. After a full week of stress and worry, he bounced off the bus his old self today. Maybe the tough love talk this morning helped, we will see come Tuesday morning (crossing fingers).
Now onto the little guy who still remains without a solid nickname :). This summer we had nannies come to us and work at the home. He has always had in home help, and it has been a dream (especially since they do laundry, make the beds, etc). But my nannies are students too, and they had to head back to school as well. So then came the need for care for the little one, so I could try to keep up with my jobs during the day. I considered finding another in house help, but without his brother and sister I knew he would be lost. And there is such and age gap, I thought it was about time he started socializing with like sized kiddos. We hesitantly signed him up for Daycare. It is a nice one. They have video surveilance for my paranoid self, security, lots of help and modern toys and play areas (this is how I rationalized sending him there, it is working for now, we will see how long that lasts). Monday rolls around. Dad has already left for the office. I had a very successful morning getting all 3 (and myself) ready for school and out the door on time. Walk the big kids to class as I do every first day, and drive the little one to daycare. Alright, so far so good right? Take him in and he is instantly playing and my legs are immediately swarmed with toddlers. I check him in, put aways his little things and tell him bye….again….good. He doesn’t seem to care. He is so enthrawled by the busy enviroment around him that he doesn’t realize that mommy is getting ready to head out the door. I had the hardest time leaving that room. I know there was going to be a moment that he realized I was not there anymore. And at 18months there is no way of explaining that I will be back in a little while to get you. I opened the big red door to head out of the room and it hit me like a brick wall. I sucked it in as much as possible to make it to my car with out looking completely distraught. And then I let go. I was a mess. I am not a huge cryer, so this is a big deal for me. But my babies are my babies, and I can’t bare to know that they are upset, scared or worried that I am not coming back. I felt like a terrible mom and wanted to walk back in and take him home with me. But I have to work, and I know this will get easier for both of us, and I have been reassured that he is doing better and better each day. And he is already showing me that he is learning lots of new things at his school.
So we made it a week. And the rest don’t look as gloomy as they did a few days ago. Here are my babies on their first day of school. It is the best image I have of the 3 of them since the little one was 3months old. I hope all of my readers survive their first days and weeks. This whole Mommy thing is not easy.
