First Day of School, But Not For Me

So far, I’ve been full of anticipation. Full of ideas and excited to get some project accomplished. However, this morning I woke up early, anxious and unable to fall back to sleep.

Today is the day. My baby starts Kindergarten full time today.

First Day of Kindergarten

On Monday, I went to school with her and sat in a 45 minute orientation with her by my side.

On Tuesday, I dropped her off at 8:45 and picked her up at lunchtime. She was in school just a little longer than she would have been at preschool.

Today, I will take her to school at 8:45. In one hand, she will be holding her big sister’s hand. In her other hand, she will be holding her lunchbox. I will pick them both up at 3:30 after a long, long day at home. Alone.

Oh, I know I was all full of bravado in my last post, talking about how I’m going to stay busy and how I’m ready for the girls to go back to school.

Today, I feel left behind. The beginning of the school year always makes me feel this way. I see a classroom, ready for students, and I remember my former life. My life when the beginning of the school year was my favorite time of the year. The new books and pencils, the white sheets of paper and smell of new crayons, the new faces crowding the classroom, nervous and excited all at the same time. Emmy’s teacher has a new smart board, and I am so jealous. Teachers in elementary schools didn’t have smart boards when I left teaching.

I know I made that choice all those years ago (not that long ago, really) to stay at home with my baby and give up my dream job. The job I had gone to school for; the job that I worked at for thirteen years; the job I felt was an occupation, not just a job. The job that gave me the title of teacher.

I’ve been out of teaching for so many years that new friends and neighbors don’t think of me as a teacher. I’m Lily and Emmy’s mom, which I am very proud to be. And I’m really being unfair to the preschool where I teach. I’m a teacher to them, for about 5 hours a week. Although this gig is mostly unpaid, I suppose I can also call myself a blogger and a writer.

The sun has been slowly lightening the sky as my fingers have been typing, getting out all my mixed-up feelings. It’s one of the reasons I love blogging; it helps me to untangle my thoughts. In just a few minutes, I need to start making breakfast and lunches; getting out clean clothes and making sure hair is brushed and beds are made.

Then I’ll kiss my two girls goodbye, and get started on all those projects. I’ll let you know how it goes.

First Day of School

How are you feeling today?

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Rock Star Mama

You know just by looking at me that I am not rock star material. The only piercings I have are in my ears. I do have highlights in my hair; but they are an ordinary blond, not pink or purple or blue. I don’t have a tattoo…not even one. When people asked me what my major was in college, they nodded sagely when I said education. “You look like a teacher,” they would tell me.

Well, apparently Emmy feels like I have Rock Star potential. She gave me the requisite tissue paper flowers for Mother’s Day; but she also came up with a present on her very own.

A ROCK STAR KIT!!

Now I, too, can be a ROCK STAR!!!!

We're Rock Stars, baby!

Emmy’s kit provided me with necklaces, bracelets, a ring, stick-on gems for my face, and a tiara (what rock star doesn’t have a tiara?) Lily suggested that a Rock Star isn’t a Rock Star without sunglasses. So we donned our shades and scowled, trying out our best Rock Star sneers and lip curls.

After all, who doesn’t want to be a Rock Star, baby?

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