It was pouring rain as I sat there in the car with a manila folder in my hand containing all the documents I needed. I couldn’t get myself to get out of the car. I sat a little longer listening to a little Avicii and getting myself pepped up. I took a few deep breaths and headed inside to hand over another child to the school system. My heart. With my first born it hurt a little. With my second, I was a pro. No big deal. But with my BABY! Just sadness. I can’t believe it is his turn for kindergarten already.
I was in and out of city hall rather quickly seeing I had everything already filled out, signed, and copied. As I said, I was now a pro. It was like ripping off a band aid. In and out. As I took the elevator back down to the lobby I felt my heart sink with it. All those questions and anxieties came rushing to me again. Leaving my baby with a stranger all. day. long. Are they going to understand his personality? Will the other kids be nice to him? Will they accept him and his strange new “recipe” of bananas with cheese crackers? Will he be trying to escape the classroom and run down the hallways in search of his brothers? Then I remembered the ONE thing I was actually looking forward to… all three boys in the SAME school!!
At last the playing chicken with oncoming traffic through two towns to get him to school on time after dropping off his brothers will be over. Still my heart is aching a bit. Bittersweet.
