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First Day of School: Kindergarten

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.

First Day of School: Pre-k 4

1st Day of School

Monday was Leila’s first day of school. Her first day at a big school. Her first day in HISD. Her first day being gone all day. The night before I asked her how she felt. She told me felt excited and nervous. I agreed.

Up until drop-off, I was so preoccupied with all of the forms and uniforms and tuition and lunch and getting tiny containers to hold the lunch and getting cool packs to keep the lunch cold and figuring out where to buy a nap mat and washing all the water bottles and wondering what I was forgetting and then actually getting to school on time, that it wasn’t until I said good-bye that I felt a big choke in my throat. I held it together, for her, and out of the good-old fashioned fear of what the other grown-ups would think of me, but I could not wait to pick her up and hear all about this momentous day.

I was giddy at all she could recount to me. She told me what she ate for lunch and what she liked (pita chips and hummus) and what she didn’t like (my homemade “cookies” that were actually just a handful of ridiculously nutritious ingredients) and how many times she played with other kids and that they couldn’t go outside because it was raining (they were supposed to go outside after lunch, which she told me was the “one thing” that was similar to her old school where they played outside after snack).

“I saw you at pick-up line,” she told me.

“Yes, I didn’t want you to be nervous I wasn’t there,” I said.

“I wouldn’t be nervous you weren’t there.”

And I exhaled a big sigh of mama relief.

We could both handle this.