I know that until my girls were born, I was extremely active in my son’s school life. After having Bee, my first daughter, I slacked off. I did what I could from home, but it wasn’t much.
When I dropped off the children on the first day, I really expected to drop and go. Instead, it went like this: drop, drop, drop and stay, then take one back home.
I knew I would stay with my two-year-old for a bit and make sure that she was adjusted to the class before leaving. Butterfly did great. She rarely looked at me, except to give me a loving smile and then back to playing.
Around 10, the teacher rang a gentle bell and sang a cute little “goodbye” song.
At the time, I was under the impression that she was kicking out the adults, but asking all of us to go home. I had missed the memo that the first day was a short one. The benefit of taking the little ones home before they are tired and irritable means that they will be excited to return. Makes sense, right?
As a parent, you have the option of doing this every day for the first week. Of course, my Butterfly didn’t need that at all.
Butterfly and I had a great day alone, watching movies, eating popcorn and most of all, for her, not being interrupted by her sister.
When I went to pick up Bunny, her brother, he was ecstatic. He told me all about his first day of school but most importantly working on ways to change. He gave me the list of things he needed for his locker so that he will be organized: a locker bin for important papers, a shelf, and a pencil holder.
This was great news. If I could show you his room, you would know why.
I spent Wednesday buying additional school uniforms and locker supply shopping. Then, we prepped his locker for an hour so that he didn’t have to do it in the morning.
Thursday, I spoke to teachers and the new head of school. At the of end the day at a New Parent Cocktail Party, where I met a lot of new parents, administration, and parent volunteers, without being surrounded by our kids. I met so many great people and made connections with those who had gone through this transition as I had.
Friday was the best. On this day, the primary school has an assembly. After a few words from the administration, it’s practically run by the students. This particular one was run by 3rd graders with the theme of “Proud to be an American” in honor of 9/11.
Almost every kid had a turn at the mic and each one had to say something alone. Not a nervous nelly in the bunch. These kids were ready and on point. Watching them as they all had matching uniforms (the only day of the week that it was mandatory), this assembly finally made me comfortable to leave me children in this school’s hands.
How is the school year going for you?