Hello kindergarten! After a summer that already felt like it would never end, followed by a two-week delay on our particular school’s opening (some Houston kids have to wait even longer…) I was ready for the first day of school! Well, in my mind I was ready. In reality, despite a 5:45am alarm and a pretty efficient morning, I was snappy and anxious about getting to school on time and remembering all the things. And by the time we got into the car 14 minutes after I’d planned and it wouldn’t start I was downright frazzled. And then Allen Parkway was closed and I was sure I’d need to just leave my car and run my child through the school doors. And then a MOVING TRUCK perfectly blocked me from being able to park my car in usually fail-safe/uncrowded area of parking. And I put my car in park, turned on my hazards, and practically threw my five-year-old onto the sidewalk and told her she’d have to get started walking to school on her own. But then a barely penetrable space opened up and I rammed through and bonked a garbage can and grabbed her backpack and nap mat and power walked her past the doting parents taking photos, right through the crowded front doors and on to her classroom. Without a hug, or barely a good-bye. And then I walked right back to the car to haul the class snacks back to the room. And I took a moment to actually pause and give her a hug. And she was already beaming. The glow of kindergarten had already descended up on her sweet face.
This afternoon I’ll let her stay and play, and tomorrow I’ll give her the epic, early-to-school, unhurried morning she deserves. For now, I already saw her delight and got an report that she was having fun on the playground. And she got to school on time, with a lunch, and nap mat, and snacks for the whole class, and show-and-tell, wearing her new favorite shirt. It’s more imperfect than I imagined, but I’ll take our start to kindergarten.