Thursday, September 10, 2009

I'm THAT Mom!

I never thought it would be me. I was a teacher, for crying out loud! I know how kids operate!

The first day of school means "the jitters." It can mean tears too. Kids cling to legs and have to pried off like lethal parasites. They attempt to cajole, manipulate, and feign illness in order to stay at home. Their haven. Their sanctuary. (The place in which, at any other time, they'd claim to be miserably bored).

I've seen all these tactics before. For years.

So how do I end up with the child, who, up until last week, loved school. She loved everything about school. Art, music, listening to stories, running wild on the playground, her friends, her teachers. And she's only 3 and a half!

Now, I'm getting the phone calls. The ones in which the teacher asks me if she's had a tummy ache at home (no, she ate like a horse this morning), if she has issues eating (only if you call eating like a horse an issue), if she's resistant to change (no, she usually leaps into new situations with bells on).

I've held her hand into her class, sat with her at lunch, had long talks with her, and have struggled so hard to turn away when those beautiful, round hazel eyes fill with tears. I haven't slept well in two weeks. I'm three weeks behind on a book due in...yep, three weeks.

I know this will pass, but right now, I don't want to be THAT mom. I want my girl to go skipping down the halls of learning, waving happily to me as she reaches out to join hands with a friend.

Anyone else have back-to-school stress?


Heather Webber said...

I'm all about the stress, JB. I worry about everything from missing homework to who they sit with at lunch. I can't help it.

I'm sorry your daughter is having a rough time right now. The beginning of a school year is always hard. Hugs.

Melissa said...

I cried through my entire Kindergarten year. I even had another little boy in class crying because he was so upset that I was crying all the time LOL. I thought school was a one week thing...couldn't believe I had to go back for week 2!!!

Angie319 said...

Oh, J.B. that is so sad. I can see and feel your stress.

I had my own nightmares this week. I have a Kindergartner. I thought for sure I would be balling my eyes out this week, having to send my baby to school. But, no, I had to deal with my 9-year old. Day#1: He jabbed himself in the eye while on the bus. He was crying when he got off the bus. (I go to the school to take pictures of them getting off the bus.) I was too busy worrying about him to get emotional about my Kindergartner.

He ended up being fine but I left him in his room crying. Both of his eyes were red, not just the one that he allegedly hurt, so it made me wonder if he was just nervous about the first day.

Day#2: He got a stomach ache right before the bus was to come. It took him forever to feel good enough to go to school and I had to send some Pepto-Kids tablets to school with him just in case he didn't feel better.

Day#3: Today he decided he had to go to the bathroom 2 minutes before the bus was to arrive. He went into the house to do #2. The bus came and my Kindergartner was too scared to get on the bus without her brother. She started crying so I waved the bus on. So, I had to drive them to school again.

I am hoping for a good Day#4 tomorrow. My nerves are shot and I'm tired of being tired. It's been hard getting used to the morning routine.

Sorry this is so long. I'm glad I vented. Thanks,

Kate Collins said...

JB, here's a tip from my best friend, a first grade teacher with mucho experience and wonderful wisdom when it comes to kids:

"Make sure her child does not know how stressed SHE is as a mom. Also, read the book, "The Kissing Hand," because it gives a cute and unique way for mom and child to stay close."

Hope that helps!

Maggie Sefton said...

Ohhh, JB, do I remember that particular form of stress. It may have been years ago, but it was so sharp. You feel everything your kids are going through. My thoughts are with you. All will be well. Honest.

Anonymous said...

My three year-old has earned the nickname--"The Barnacle" because he muckles on to my leg and doesn't want me to leave him at preschool. Mondays are the worse. I start the night before, making declarative statements about school. "Would you like to wear your Thomas shirt to school tomorrow?" I tell him, "You are safe here." Then I leave him. Each day is a little better.