First day of school for my 1st grader and kindergartener. I typically wake up a little early to take my daily medication before I actually have to get up. My medication requires me to not eat or drink for one hour after consumption. I plan it out strategically so when my alarm actually does go off I can have my coffee. Now remember how I said it was the first day of school? Yea, it’s also the one day I took the wrong medication at 5 am and can’t have my coffee until after I walk the kids to school. Yea for alarm clocks, feverishly packing school lunches because you forgot to the night before and fighting with your child over which uniform ensemble to wear. Summer vacation is over!
I’m sure a few of our readers can sing with me-
“I’ve got my shoes tied tight, my lunch bag packed; I hope I don’t get in a fight”.
Can anyone take a guess as to why I am walking around my house singing this song at the top of my lungs annoying my children today? Well you don’t have to guess, I’m so excited I just can’t wait for you-school is back in session! Bug started yesterday and Diva started today. I might even pop open a bottle of wine to celebrate. Hell, I definitely will pop open a bottle of wine to celebrate. However, I have a feeling a few of our other readers are gasping and clinging tightly to their children reading in horror as I want to celebrate the joyous occasion of only having one child left in the nest.
Let me explain; I feel like society expects us as devoted mothers to shutter and lock our children away in their rooms to never grow up and stay our babies forever. For those mommies, I found this published at Lessons from the Middle
It’s sweet, it’s sentimental and it’s heart warming. Can I also add it’s a year jerker?
However, I’m not blowing my nose and wiping away tears that easily. The last page is filled out in the baby books (wait, did I have baby books?) and the door is closed on another chapter in our household.
I could sit her and sob over my two eldest in school and wish the baby wouldn’t grow up, but isn’t that what parents are suppose to do? We want to raise our children up and boost their self esteems to be confident people to go out and explore the world. If we let them see us cry and be sorrowful, our children will only feel like we were holding them from something bigger and better and regret us later on. What well adjusted child leaves their mother crying over leaving the nest? None. However, what well adjust parent cries tears of sorrow over their children leaving? The answer should be none.
We should be celebrating and rejoicing over their accomplishments and our own accomplishment for keeping them alive long enough to get that far. No one hands us a parenting book upon leaving the hospital. Nevertheless, at least we can provide our children with the support and lessons to conquer the world, or at least first grade, one clean Kleenex at a time.
So raise those glasses and let’s toast to another year of keeping our sanity, keeping our kids alive and keeping a promise to ourselves we will be happy for our children knowing they will one day grow their own set if wings.
School starts next week for us (thank you!). Last night was our open house and the children got to meet their new teachers prospectively. Of course new situations don’t come without a few bumps we must maneuver around along the way. On is named Ms. Pérez, who happens not to be Diva’s kindergarten teacher for the entire year. For half of the school year, Ms. Pérez will be the teacher subbing for Diva’s real teacher who is on maternity leave until Christmas. However, at this point I feel that is the least of Diva’s worries.
Up until this point Diva as not been in a public school education or qualified for IEP to obtain admittance to a special needs preschool. She has been tested twice and told, even though she was mute during both testing periods, that would not impact her education and she still passed all the tests. Her passing the tests was remarkable to me since they reported she didn’t say one word, does not know how to spell, read or write. So here we are a year later in a new state and a new school district. Seeing Diva in a preschool setting I feel she will not qualify for a IEP, however, I feel there are certain accommodation. So how do we get those accommodations for her if she has no IEP to write them in? Say ello to my ittle friend… the 504 Plan.
I have been looking for the Dummies Guide to IEP’s and 504’s and found one today. Who can say “awesome sauce”!? Just say thank you to Samantha over at Military Special Needs Network provided us with a great explanation of the difference between an IEP and a 504 plan.
This summer including a lot of projects from unpacking the new house, setting it up, decorating it and finishing other projects I started at our last duty station. However, I scaled back my normal busy project filled summer to spend more time with family and the kids. It is nice to take a step back from reality and see through all the to-do lists, chores and projects you feel MUST get done. I admit I do this all the time. My priorities get a little mixed up at times and I am working hard at 30plus years of age to change that. I also admit I wish I could go back in time and figure this out six years ago when I became a first time parent. Nevertheless, I was always the child who wanted to grow up to fast and that hasn’t slowed down. I always plan for the future, like the way way off future; instead of living for the now or at least this week. So I guess you can say this summer has been about taking a break from life to find… life.
During the rest of the year I get caught up in doctors appointments, therapy appointments, IEP meetings, MOPS and more. I like being busy; it is how I survive. If I sit down for too long I will never get back up and if I never get back up I will sink deeper and deeper into that deployment couch, bed or the fetal position. However, there are times when you need to put yourself on the couch, bed or chair and take a deep breath.
Start little. It doesn’t mean you have to sit there for hours watching and playing. Today I sat for an hour outside, phone inside, and watched and played with my kids. It was fun and tiring. I swear they never run out of energy. After all the swimming and jumping on the trampoline, they were far from done and wanted to go on a bike ride. Errr… this momma doesn’t ride bikes and knowing my children I would end up having to pull two home while pushing SB.
So take 10 minutes or an hour, if you think you can stand it, and enjoy life. Take a deep breath in and smell the fresh grass your neighbor is cutting (and try not to think about the weeds you need to pull in the front yard) because the summer is almost over and soon you will have plenty of projects and to-do lists to complete.