Ready or not, new school here we come! I can say with reasonable
certainty that I am more anxious than Robby. He is excited to meet new
friends, play football on the playground, and use his lunch box. I'm
worried about his adjustment to a new routine and interacting with new
classmates. Thankfully, Robby takes after his Daddy in that he doesn't
seem to worry over the little details! I'm sure that the transition
would be far more difficult if we were both anxious.
Last
night I carefully packed Robby's lunchbox, filled with his favorite
treats. I can imagine him
smiling broadly when he discovers everything
that I packed. Hopefully he won't come home from school with the
ravenous appetite he had last year when he was forced to eat the meals
provided by his school. I also hoped that my turtle shaped treats and
handwritten notes don't embarrass him.
This
morning I'm fixing his favorite breakfast and hoping the bacon and
cinnamon buns will keep him full until lunch time. I want to drive out
of our garage with him smiling and excited about the new school
adventure.
I know that this morning will be
difficult, and I am preparing myself for some nervous tears and pleas
to stay. Although it isn't easy, I know that he'll be fine the moment I
walk out the door. I, on the other hand, fully expect cry the entire
drive home. Mr. Bill, fully anticipating my tears and anxiety, has
suggested that we go out for a back-to-school breakfast. I think that
spending the morning with him at Cracker Barrel may be the distraction I
need to calm my Momom worries.
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