School…one for Baby girl and another for the Diva
After school french classes
Cough and cold
And more tantrums
It’s a good thing motherhood is so boring…
First week of school was great!
Tuesday Diva girl had a tummy ache…anxiety. she was starting grade 2 after all.
Thursday Baby girl only started crying when we walked her into her classroom. Compared to the kids and one poor mom that were near to hysterical, she actually did quite well.
I’d say we’re starting the year off quite well!
Do you ever notice how we project our fears onto our children? We want them to grow and experience new things, but at the same time we hold on to them and try to protect them from ‘getting hurt’. Sometimes we hold on so tight that we deprive them from learning and experiencing exactly what we thought would be good for them in the first place.
Being a parent is sometimes such balancing act.
I’ve decided to enrol Diva girl in French Immersion for grade 1 and although I know it will be a good opportunity for her, I am nervous about how she will feel since she will have to change schools. What about all her friends? Will she have problems making new ones? What if she can’t adjust? The school is further away (not five minutes away), what if something happens on the way there; on the way home…?
There’s that ‘what if’ problem again!
But you know what I realized? I was the shy kid in school. I was the kid who hated trying to make new friends. Diva girl is not like me in that sense. Yes, she does like to belong…but who doesn’t. She is definitely more outgoing than I am and people are very drawn to her. When I introduce myself to other parents whether it was at daycare or now at school, they almost always say “Ooooh you’re Diva girl’s mom! I hear about her all the time!”
There was even one parent whose twin girls named their dolls after her!
So, I’ve done my homework and made sure that the school is a good one and so is the neighbourhood. It really isn’t that far away (fifteen minutes at the most) and with a deep breath and a prayer I will be registering her for French Immersion for next year. Yikes!
It’s a good thing. It’s a good thing. It’s a good thing…..
Yes, the tooth is out! Diva girl has lost her first tooth at the age of 5 and her adult tooth is already making a strong appearance. Geez, that girl moves fast! It was pretty much hanging by a thread last night and she was afraid she would swallow it. Luckily it stayed in place overnight, because as much as I love my daughter I was not going to extract that thing from anything coming out the other end the following day…and you know what I mean! She was so excited, I decided to write the teacher a note and put a little Ziploc bag in her backpack to save it if it fell out at school.
That’s exactly what happened! Did I call that or what? She was eating her pita and she spit it out thinking it was “a dry piece of cheese” (Hello? Like I would give her dried up cheese???) . She didn’t even notice it was her tooth until she started feeling for it with her tongue. Don’t you remember doing that as a kid when your baby teeth were falling out? You tried to push it as far as you could. It became your favourite pastime until the tooth finally fell out. Anyway, her teacher put it in the bag for her so she could bring it home. After bath time she put it under her pillow and she is now fast asleep waiting for the Tooth Fairy. She didn’t even want to lie on the pillow because she thought she would crush it and then the Tooth Fairy wouldn’t find it. She did this thing where her head was on her hands and her bum was in the air until I explained (without laughing…almost) that the Tooth Fairy could get under the pillow and find her tooth no matter what.
I love this stuff!
Well, she will be very excited when she wakes up tomorrow. A nice chunk of change and a note from the Tooth Fairy will make her Friday. My mother made sure to tell me that a quarter just won’t cut it these days. What the heck? This is only tooth number one! I’m gonna need a 2nd job after they’re all out. Oh well, that’s life.
The Tooth Fairy (aka No Super Mom)
Well, the past 2 days have been pretty quiet on the school bus. No one is hitting my child and she is getting to school without mishap. I know this because of another drive by….don’t judge me okay? I’ll have you know that my mother (aka Nana) did her own drive by. She made me drive her there!
So, I’ve been seriously wondering if I should put Diva girl in some kind of martial arts class. I’ve always wanted any daughter of mine to take dance classes and wear a tutu and Diva girl loves to dance, but now I think maybe the frills need to be accessorized with a black belt. This way she can karate chop and plié the heck out of any bullies that dare to mess with her. Do you think there’s a hip-hop karate class, or a jujitsu jazz class or even a ballet taekwondo class?
Soooo….tomorrow is the second week of school and I am NOT meeting Diva girl at school when she gets off the bus. I AM NOT MEETING HER. I AM NOT MEETING HER.
Okay, if I say it enough times, it should sink in by the morning and I should be fine. Sigh.
Ugh…this mom thing is hard. There is no book in the world that can prepare you for the worry, the “what ifs”, the heart stopping fear and the unending flow of tears that become a permanent part of your world once you become a mom. Can you imagine if someone passed you a manual in your early twenties that told you in great detail how you would become this mushy, emotional ball of nerves at the merest thought of anything slightly negative happening to your child? How your world stops when they are hurt or sick; or how the feeling of relief at their well-being can reduce you into a pool of water?
All you’ll ever hear is that motherhood isn’t easy.
But it is rewarding. Aside from the worrying, there is the laughter and the hugs and the wet kisses. There are the “I love you Mommy” times and the “snuggle up” times. There is the pride in their accomplishments and their growth and development. When they look back at you with a thumbs up to say they’re okay and the smiles when they’ve finally tied their own shoelace or zipped up their jacket. There is the ultimate joy of learning to ride a bike or jumping rope, when they say “Mommy, I did it!”
Ugh…isn’t this mom thing great?
Sooo….I AM NOT MEETING HER. I AM NOT MEETING HER. I AM NOT MEETING HER!
So the second day of school wasn’t that great. There was complete chaos outside and when I got to the school (yes…I met her at school a second time!), Diva girl was standing around by herself without any acknowledgment from any of the teachers. Her teacher was nowhere to be found.
Now aren’t you glad I went to the school?
Believe me, I was not impressed. When I think of the fact that no one really even knew that my child was there, all the “what ifs” come rushing back. When her teacher finally decided to grace us with her presence, it was to respond to my concerns in a manner that was so condescending….
I’m gonna stop there, because now I’m getting worked up all over again.
But just so you know, today was different and very organized and I am somewhat comforted by the turnaround.
HOWEVER…I’m still miffed at the attitude of her teacher, especially when I found out after school that Diva girl was sent to TIME OUT on her 2nd day for talking too loudly in class.
I SAID… ON HER SECOND DAY!
Seriously? Who does that??? Especially to a girl who has never had a ‘time out’ in daycare or in JK. What happened to giving warnings? What happened to allowances for the first few days as the children got used to new teachers with new rules?
Diva girl told me that she started crying when she was sent to her time out. This doesn’t surprise me since she’s such a people pleaser. To her, to be seen as the ‘bad kid’ would have been devastating.
Okay, I’m mad all over again…
- Time for School…cont’d (supermomdoesntlivehere.wordpress.com)
So we made it through the first day with success! It was touch and go for a moment though. Every time Diva girl talked about the school bus or meeting new friends, her big brown eyes started to fill up. I tried my best to comfort her, but I recognize in her my fear of trying new things and meeting new people. It broke my heart and I almost lost it a couple of times. Just imagining how she would feel on the bus and at school, if not all of her friends from last year were in her class. I must admit I didn’t sleep well last night worrying about her on that bus out of my reach and Diva girl woke up at midnight and I knew it was nerves getting the best of her. So I tried to make all of her favourite things to eat for snack time and lunch. I even made a little heart out of construction paper and put it in her lunch bag, so that if she was feeling a little sad she could look at it to hopefully cheer her up. Then I took a deep breath, put a smile on my face and told her that “everything would be fine”. Isn’t that a line that every mother keeps in her back pocket???
Well, being the Diva that she is…she was dressed to impress this morning, I must say. I bet you’re thinking I had something to do with that, aren’t you? You think you know me right?
Anyhoo, looking lovely as usual, even if she was very nervous; we took the obligatory first day of school pics with Baby girl in tow. Poor thing, Baby girl was sure she was going on the big bus too. She was posing her little heart out! Well, by the time they said the last chorus of “CHEESE!” and we saw the bus chugging up the road, Diva girl was so excited to be on the big bus, she gave us all a quick kiss and practically dragged me to the front of the line. Off she went, waving and smiling….all I wanted to do was cry! I was still “what if’ing”, but I promised to meet her at school today, and that is what I did. I wasn’t sure what I would find, but she was great! She’d already found old friends and was excited to start her day.
Wait a minute…we have to do this again tomorrow?