Change

This past Thursday, life changed. Little did I know that it would hit me like a ton of bricks. My baby started Kindergarten. On one hand I was so excited for him. Believe it or not, I remember my first day of Kindergarten. I remember being nervous and excited all at the same time. I remember proudly carrying my yellow Snoopy lunch box shaped like a doghouse and I remember that in spite of my desire otherwise, my mom made me wear a sundress. I remember my classroom. It was a large room with terrazzo flooring; we sat on little carpet squares during group time. I often got in trouble for talking and wiggling (Foster comes by that honestly) and my favorite time of the day was recess and art time. My teacher, Mrs Hale was a kind woman who was gentle but stern. I thought she was so old, but she probably was only in her 40s when she taught me. I remember doing tornado drills where we had line up in the hall crouch down and tuck our heads against the wall as if this would actually protect us. Walking Foster into school on Thursday made those memories flood my mind. It brought a smile to my face, but my smile couldn't force back the tears that eventually flooded from my eyes. My baby is getting big and I cannot have him all to myself any longer.


It has not only been hard on me. Caleb has had to make some adjustments too. He has cried both days we dropped Foster off at school. He just cries out "DaDo". That is what he calls Foster. When we are at home by ourselves during the day, he sometimes will walk around looking for him. Caleb and I will adjust. We actually have had some good times together already, just the two of us. This will be a special time for us to bond in a new way. I will not be distracted and be able to focus on him. Perhaps I will find new things he enjoys when his brother is not there to influence the situation. It should be fun.



Just because Foster is in school doesn't mean that I don't have big plans to be involved in his life. There is a fine balance between being an involved mom and being an annoying one. I am going to try to avoid the latter, but I am going to get involved in as much as I can. I plan to join the PTA and I have volunteered to be an assistant to the Home Room Mom. They asked me if I would like to be the Home Room Mom, but with my enormous lack of organizational skills, I thought I would be a liability to them instead of an asset....I think being a helper is much safer.

So, life is different now. I am excited to see what these changes are going to teach me. There is always a lesson in change!

Five Things I Learned In Kindergarten:
1. When patten leather shoes rub against terrazzo floor, they make a disturbing sound that sounds a little like flatulence and no matter how hard you try to recreate the sound to prove it was your shoe, it just can't be done.

2. Even though you know that houses are bigger than people, when you paint them as a Kindergartner, it is impossible to draw the person smaller than the house. I don't know why.

3. Boys are a lot more fun to play with....they chase you on the playground and don't cry when you "accidently" punch them.

4. A glass lined thermos breaks very easily no matter how careful you try to be with it. I have no idea why my mom felt that I could be responsible with such a fragile container. I think I went through at least 12 before she finally gave up on me.

5. Although quite funny, it is just not nice to get off the teeter tauter without warning the other person first.


Have a blessed week.
Until Next Time,
Becca