Mood:
So it was with great trepidation that I put my 3rd grader in the line on the playground on September 3rd. As a parent and former teacher, I should have been thrilled to go back to the tried and true routine. I should have rejoiced in the sounds of school bells ringing across the land.
But I wasn't. I was probably as nervous that day as I was when I brought her to kindergarten for the first time. I remember that day so clearly - the idea of sending her off to strangers was so intimidating. But this year there were no strangers. We've been in the school long enough and have been active enought to know alot of the teachers - most in fact. So I should have been feeling totally confident.
But I wasn't. Not because of the teachers - they are fantastic. I think it was the unknown rearing its ugly head again. What would this year bring? High marks? Reports of perfect behavior? Tales of children getting along and being nothing but kind to each other? Sure - in a fairy tale! More likely tons of homework and math flash cards, projects, book reports, tears becuase so-and-so wouldn't "let me play", or even (I shudder to even think it) demerits!
But then it was done. Promptly at 11:50 I took her hand and watched her smiling face as she told me about her great teacher and how much fun it was to play with her friends again. She talked about how nice her classroom was and about how excited she was to know she was going to learn cursive and multiplication. We made it - we survived the first day. And it gave me hope. We can survive another school year. After all, millions of other families do it every year, why can't we. All of those fears fell away as my pride surged to see how she's matured and for the first time since the end of second grade, I knew she was ready to handle another challenge.