Izzy went to Kindergarten today. Well technically, I’d say we went to her class yesterday for the first time, and that was a production. I’m not worried about Izzy going to school, I’m worried about me and if I can handle the school. It’s so much different than what I’m used to, both in terms of the intensity/level of engagement, the crowd, and the niceness of it all.
That said, she was excited, and so was Joe. Joe went to his first day of daycare at Goddard last monday, and he hasn’t stopped crying yet (editor’s note – 8/23 (13 days in) was the first day I got Joe to go to his class without crying/clinging to me). I also almost viewed Izzy’s first day of preschool as more monumental/memorable than the first day of K. I’m not sure why either, maybe it was because the preschool was so official as well.
I do miss being able to take Izzy to school on my own, but now I get to do that same thing with Joe. Once Joe goes to school, who knows what I’ll do in the mornings. I’ll be all alone.
I hope Izzy learns a ton, stays safe, makes friends, is nice to all, and has fun doing it. I hope I can remember it. My phone shows me pictures from when Izzy was just walking or a baby, and I can’t remember it without the pictures…I’ve also decided that all my other hobbies can wait. If I get a chance to do them, fine, but if not, that’s ok, their will be plenty of time for hobbies once the kids are grown up. Took me a bit to get there, but I’m glad I did.