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Conquered the first 2 weeks of school. But this homework thing….


So far we seem to have conquered the first 2 weeks of kindergarten fairly unscathed.

No tears from anyone on the first day of school, though on the 2nd day when I dropped Newt off in the car line instead of walking her to class, a mini panic attack ensued.  Not for her. For me. She was fine of course.  She doesn’t need me anymore.

For the first week, at home, Newt was the definition of labile. Or rapidly changing mood/affect. She was overtired, over stimulated and I was over it.

She naturally got sick and missed Monday of the 2nd week. Super germs.

The second week, I won mother of the year award when I forgot to feed her breakfast. She realized this as we were pulling in but was too nervous to go to the lunchroom for school breakfast by herself. No problem, I just fed her her packed lunch for breakfast. There I was in the school parking lot warming up the still frozen Nutella Uncrustable between my two hands so she could at least bite it. On another note…it’s totally cool to give your kid what amounts to a chocolate sandwich for lunch (or in this case, breakfast), right? She was fine with the “hot lunch” option at school, so problem solved. I found out that afternoon that she chose a PBJ Uncrustable for her hot lunch option. Variety is the spice of life, right?

She got her first homework assignments last Friday, so we are starting to work on them. They are not going as well as I hoped. She is super stressed. A perfectionist, like me, who is so worried about getting it wrong, she just keeps melting down. I just sent her to her room for a non-punitive calm down time to watch her fish swim. I am taking a calm down time too.



“Cherish every second. It goes by so fast.”


Newt starts kindergarten a week from tomorrow. I think I’m ready.

I know that SHE is ready.

I vividly remember crying when she was 4 months old and the then 5 year olds were starting school. I remember dreading the day when she would start school. Granted….this was before I fully recognized I had a nasty case of postpartum anxiety, but that’s a post for another time. That child and that mom seem like strangers to me now.

Newt went to kindergarten camp at her new school a couple of weeks ago. When I was asking about her first day, she excitedly told me about the scavenger hunt for Pete the Cat, about her snack and about the different places she saw.  I asked if she met new friends and if they were nice. Her reply, “Oh yes! No one touched my bathing suit parts!” So, all in all, clearly successful. And she was apparently listening when her dad and I had the talk with her about private parts and safety.

Since I found out I was pregnant,  I have heard 2 statements more than any other. The first was ridiculous, “Get your sleep while you can.” That of course was what people said to warn me of how little babies sleep. It is true babies do NOT sleep, or at least mine didn’t, but it was laughable that I could get sleep when I was pregnant. I have never slept so poorly in my life.

The second statement I have taken to heart, “Cherish every second. It goes by so fast.” I have loved every developmental stage so far. And even if I didn’t necessarily like the stage (why did no one tell me threes are more challenging than the “terrible twos”?), I appreciate the good parts and how those struggles are necessary to help her become the person she is.

I don’t have a feeling of dread as we approach my baby starting big girl school. I don’t see that helpless little 4 month old anymore. I see a smart and sweet person. One who will watch Dr. Who marathons with me, whose new favorite word is conundrum, which she uses correctly in context. One who doesn’t want to steal the ball in soccer for fear of hurting her friends. One with rich fantasy play and one who loves Guy Fieri and special effects makeup, and Star Wars and high heels and cake.

I will cherish the time I have with her as I walk her to her classroom next week. I will try to cherish when she pulls away from me and doesn’t look back. I will cherish picking her up from her first day, wanting so badly to hear about all the details, knowing that she will fall asleep in the car before she can tell me much.

Kindergarten is going to be great! And I’m only going to cry a little bit.

I hope.