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Today is a milestone day. It's not even the "real" day. Or the first day. But it's THE day that begins to make it all real before the first real day. (Sigh.)
My twin four and a half year old daughters will be five in May -- and that magic age signals registration for ...
It's even hard for me to say it. I make a sad pouty face. I can only whisper the word. Then I wonder where the years went. Big tears fill my eyes. I wonder how my beautiful baby girls are almost five years old and ready for ...
Don't get me wrong. I'm super excited for the girls. I want them to love going to school. I want them to be excited to learn to read and write. I want them to meet new friends. I want them to love their teacher. I'm just not sure that I am ready for ...
We have been casually talking about it, trying to create the excitement about going to the big school in the neighborhood. Reminding them of the neighbor friends that will be there. Talking about the expectations and all the exciting opportunities.
But I'm secretly agreeing with P.'s recent comments: "Ok. I'll turn five and eat my cake, but I'm NOT going to kindergarten," she matter-of-factly stated as she stomped her foot.
M. explained her fear about going to kindergarten: "I don't want to have to go to the principal's room," she responded, and then she grinned at me as I wondered where she even heard this.
Perhaps I am uncomfortable with being on the "other side" of the school system and participating as a parent. This is all new to me. I know I will learn from the new school experiences and be able to use what I learn to connect with more parents as a teacher at my school.
I'm also reminded how much trust our parents and families give us every day -- entrusting their babies, their whole worlds, their everything. And soon it will be my turn to do the same.
I continue to worry because I have been told on many occasions, "Once they start school, the years go by faster ..." I don't want it to go any faster. I want to hold onto my four and a half year old girls. I want them to stop growing older ... but when I tell them that they quickly respond, "But Mom, I can't control it."
It will be exciting and scary for us all as we head to our neighborhood school this evening for ...
There. I said it. Without a whisper or a tear.
Kindergarten. Kindergarten. Kindergarten.
We can do this ...