Ushering in a new era...
Week One of school is offically in the record books. We all survived. Barely.
On Labor Day. we took the girls to the park. While they were running around, DH said to me, "Do you realize that this is their last day of freedom? From here on in, its all about going to school, college, work..."
yes. he's dramatic that way. But I couldn't deny he had a point. From here on in, DH and I would no longer be the girls' sole influencers. Now there are teachers, therapists, and coaches in the mix.
We've been talking about school for months prior to this day. We've been watching all kinds of videos "Elmo Goes to School", "Dora Goes to School", "Blue Goes to School..." you get the idea. We've changed the girls schedule to accomodate the early bus pickup. The first day of school, I was OK getting the girls up, but once the school bus was outside the house, Miss Princess said calmly, "no." She screamed her head off as I carried her onto the bus and strapped her into her carseat. Dr. D. cried, but then began to sing "The Wheels on the Bus".
As the bus pulled away, I jumped into DH's car, and we followed the bus to school. Like stalkers. No kidding. We watched the girls get off the bus, take their teachers hands and walk into school. They were fine. No tears.
The rest of the week saw Miss Princess crying less and less. Wednesday the bus pulled away, and she put her hands on the window as if to say, "get me off this bus!", crying all the time. Which, of course tore me apart and I cried too. I called the school later on that day to find she was fine. Thursday she still cried, but waved to DH and I, saying "Mommy! Daddy!" with big tears rolling down her cheeks like diamonds. So again, I cried. She got to school fine.
By Friday she got on the bus with no tears. Still not happy about it, but she got on.
Dr. D on the other hand, runs out the door yelling, "Yellow SCHOOL BUS!" She's Miss Congeniality they tell me.
I haven't gotten a whole lot done this week - adjusting to the new schedule. I will tell you that in the morning, once the girls are gone, and DH leaves for work, the house is eerily quiet.
I will also confess to you that I've been leaving Noggin on as background noise. I know. I'm a freak. But listening to Blues Clues makes me feel closer to my girls even if they're not here. I'll stop eventually. I just need to adjust to the idea of letting go.
On Labor Day. we took the girls to the park. While they were running around, DH said to me, "Do you realize that this is their last day of freedom? From here on in, its all about going to school, college, work..."
yes. he's dramatic that way. But I couldn't deny he had a point. From here on in, DH and I would no longer be the girls' sole influencers. Now there are teachers, therapists, and coaches in the mix.
We've been talking about school for months prior to this day. We've been watching all kinds of videos "Elmo Goes to School", "Dora Goes to School", "Blue Goes to School..." you get the idea. We've changed the girls schedule to accomodate the early bus pickup. The first day of school, I was OK getting the girls up, but once the school bus was outside the house, Miss Princess said calmly, "no." She screamed her head off as I carried her onto the bus and strapped her into her carseat. Dr. D. cried, but then began to sing "The Wheels on the Bus".
As the bus pulled away, I jumped into DH's car, and we followed the bus to school. Like stalkers. No kidding. We watched the girls get off the bus, take their teachers hands and walk into school. They were fine. No tears.
The rest of the week saw Miss Princess crying less and less. Wednesday the bus pulled away, and she put her hands on the window as if to say, "get me off this bus!", crying all the time. Which, of course tore me apart and I cried too. I called the school later on that day to find she was fine. Thursday she still cried, but waved to DH and I, saying "Mommy! Daddy!" with big tears rolling down her cheeks like diamonds. So again, I cried. She got to school fine.
By Friday she got on the bus with no tears. Still not happy about it, but she got on.
Dr. D on the other hand, runs out the door yelling, "Yellow SCHOOL BUS!" She's Miss Congeniality they tell me.
I haven't gotten a whole lot done this week - adjusting to the new schedule. I will tell you that in the morning, once the girls are gone, and DH leaves for work, the house is eerily quiet.
I will also confess to you that I've been leaving Noggin on as background noise. I know. I'm a freak. But listening to Blues Clues makes me feel closer to my girls even if they're not here. I'll stop eventually. I just need to adjust to the idea of letting go.
posted by scrappintwinmom @ 9:45 PM
4 Comments:
At 10:18 PM,
Karen said…
Too funny. Glad you're finally working through it. They'll be fine. I promise. And soon enough you'll do the college thingy, which is REALLY hard, but all worthwhile. It's what you want for them, even if it makes you cry. Hang in there!
Michele sent me. Hi from Wisconsin!
At 12:22 AM,
carmilevy said…
Something tells me transitions are tougher on parents than they are on their kids. Your heart and mind are in absolutely the right place, Christine. They'll be ready for whatever the world sends their way because you've done everything in your power - and then some - to prepare them.
Thank you for continuing to inspire me on those days when sometimes I wonder if I have what it takes to shepherd my own munchkins on that very long and winding path.
Looks like I may be one of Michele's last visitors this weekend. I'm so glad I got to follow you.
At 2:59 AM,
-E said…
I wandered from Michele's.
It sounds like it was a full week indeed, and I'm glad everyone survived. Hopefully the coming week will see even fewer tears and maybe even liking the bus hehe.
At 1:35 AM,
flleenie said…
I first want to say, Michele sent me, cause I always forget.
Secondly, as a Mom, I completely empathize. It's hard to let our babies go, especially when they cry!!
I think the "stalking"/spying thing is ok, I mean, after all it is your child; you have every right to ensure situations are acceptable.
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