There have been many days I dare say in Parker's youth that I wished for her school days to arrive. The thought of not having to deal with her temperament all day along seemed at those times appealing. However, tonight as I ventured to her school to meet her new kindergarten teacher I fought back the urge to cry. I kept telling myself, this is how life goes, be excited for her. It is an exciting time but she is my baby and you are my friends, so midnight finds me sharing my woes to you.
Many of you have already been through this experience so you understand my breaking heart. You understand the smile I put on my face while she is around and the excitement she hears in my voice as we talk of upcoming schools days. I also hope that you understand my heavy heart as well because words of advice and words of comfort are what I seek . I suppose I'm counting on the fact that those who have walked this path before can assist in making this journey a little easier.
So after starting this blog, getting a good night sleep, and the following interaction with Parker, I might just welcome kindergarten after all. Parker and I sat down to read a book she received last night from her teacher.
This is the book. It tells of a little raccoon starting school. Little Chester Raccoon is very nervous and somewhat sad to leave his mother. The mother raccoon shares with him a secret her mother shared with her. She places a kiss on his hand and tells him that "whenever he feels lonely and needs a little loving from home, he should press his hand to his cheek and think,'Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you'. Before leaving for school Chester also places a kiss in his mom's hand and tells her that she now has a kissing hand too".After finishing the story, (hoping for a tender moment with Parker) I said do you want mommy to kiss your hand so that you will have a kissing hand for school. My girl's reply, "Mother I don't really want your germs on my hand." Respecting this decision I said "Okay". (Trying yet again for another tender moment between us and not having learn from the previous let down) I say "How about kissing mommy's hand so when I miss you I can put it to my cheek". Parker's reply "I'd rather not".
Did I mention Kindergarten starts next Tuesday and that I'm very excited.
6 comments:
P sure knows how to come up with some quit cute comments still.
Christie that book looks like a great story. I think I will try to find that one and read it with H. Your girls are darling. Keep your chin high you and I will be fine. But I am with you babe in the same boat but H doesn't start until Sept. 11 I just found out. 3
I clicked through to your blog from Emily. I had to comment on this because I have the exact same sort of child. I would so love tender moments with him, it just isn't his style, plain and simple. Don't you marvel at how different each child's temperments are? It fascinates me.
I can also relate to the rollercoaster of emotions over back to school. I love them with my whole heart, truly, yet I am truly ready for the schedule and routine of back to school. It's all good.
p.s. I agree that is a very sweet book. : )
I'm a lucky one for hearing this account on the phone but just had to reread it. I'd say celebrate Parker and her confidence. The old proverb about giving our children roots and wings applies. Rejoice in her spreading wings and doing the right thing. You will be more than fine by her second day of school.
Loved you kind words. I too was a mess when all my kids started school and even dreaded it when they were in high school. I so love have them around and not being thrown into a pack of wolves on the play ground. Hey, mine are doing great so I guess we all survived. hugs
All that I can say is that she is the spitting image of someone I spent everyday of my youth with. Take comfort in the fact that she seems ready and willing to start this adventure. It could be much worse, if she was unwilling.
She will need that kissing hand someday. Maybe just not this week.
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