I like to think that I’ve done a good job this week, what with the beginning of kindergarten and all.
As in- I allowed Nora to go and she’s currently there as we type and, to the best of my knowledge, I’ll be okay with her going again (for the next 12 years).
It’s weird: I’ve definitely found myself missing her at odd moments of the day, and staring at my phone while being incredibly certain that the school will call with a question or a fun bit of trivia. (They haven’t yet.) And I’m not the only one having a weird transition. Yesterday morning, after Nora and P.J. took the train to school/work (and Suzy announced that it was time for Jasper’s nap at 7:10 a.m.), Suzy ran into the room to excitedly announce something about a new toothpaste.
“Nora, I…Oh, right.”
And then she turned and hung her head like a cartoon from the 1930s.
And then she convinced Jasper to have a tea party with her (since he obviously wasn’t down with the nap plan), so I guess we’re all pretty good at being flexy.
I’ve yet to stop watching the clock and anxiously…being anxious, I guess. I know that’ll change. (And if one person tells me how much harder it eventually gets SOHELPMEGOD…) The truth is, I miss Nora. I really like that little kid as a person and am wholly unused to gigantic chunks of her day being spent elsewhere and with other people. The majority of her day, in fact. And I hope that she’s doing well outside the laser gaze of my slightly distracted attention.
“You’re squeezing too hard, Mom.” “No I’m not.”
I wrote an article for it over at TODAY’s parenting site (feel free to click that ol’ button that says “Vote Up” right next to the headline, because a) it’s awesome and b) there’s no sign-up required). Kindergarten feelings right out there on a new, major platform? What’s not to adore?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, Nora needs to be picked up from school.
In an hour.
And we’re already sitting in the car.
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