Tomorrow morning is Aidan's kindergarten orientation. Kindergarten ORIENTATION. My baby has to be oriented for kindergarten. As part of the orienting, the kiddies get to take a bus ride with their new classmates. I have been preparing Aidan for the bus ride and orientation to avoid the inevitable breakdown. I also, well, have been preparing myself for the bus ride and orientation to avoid my inevitable breakdown. Literally, I have to have pep talks with myself about not crying. I do not want to be THAT mother. The mother crying and clinging to their child like a complete lunatic. Even though, well, I have a strong suspicion I just might sort of be that mother.
As I put Aidan to bed tonight he asked me questions about what to expect tomorrow. After a few questions, he was quiet for a little bit and gave me a long, hard hug. Then he turned to look at me and asked, "At kindergarten, can I take my blankies with me to hug?"
Tears in my eyes. I gave him a hug and played the mom card of "we'll see."
If I can't make it through the discussions about the orientation without crying, how in hell am I supposed to survive the actual orientation? Or even worse, (sigh) the actual kindergarten? I am so going to be the hysterical pyscho mom. Let the therapy for my child commence.
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