This has been our back to school week. Yes week. Henry’s first day was Tuesday. William’s was on Wednesday. Charlie goes Friday. Part of me wants to shout-out, Alleluia! The other part of me sort of wants to cry. My boys are so ready to be with their friends and have some structure in their day. I know that Caroline will appreciate the quieter house. I’m still gearing up for all of the driving – getting from one drop-off and pick-up to the next. But don’t get me wrong, we’re ready.
I just know that Henry is going to have the best year. His teacher is fantastic and he seems ready to plunge into third grade. William is back at Montessori with his buddies and familiar classroom. That drop-off was easy. Charlie is the kiddo with the big milestone year. Kindergarten. In a mainstream classroom. Wow. In so many ways he seems so ready. Of course that doesn’t keep me from worrying. Yesterday we met with his teacher who is amazing. The classroom was the picture-perfect kindergarten setting and Charlie didn’t hesitate to make himself comfortable, bouncing like a ping-pong ball from one activity to the next. We also met with the team of people who will help to make his school experience the best it can be. And while I have lots to say on the whole IEP process, transitioning schools, why we decided to mainstream, etc., you’ll just have to take my word for it – this was a well-thought out process – however I just don’t have the brain-power to write it all out. But we will discuss. Later. I promise.
Henry and Charlie will be at the same school this year.
The good news is that we made it through the summer. I probably wasn’t the most patient mom. I’m pretty sure I was in survival mode most of the time. But we did it. We had fun. There were plenty of smiles and adventures and popsicles and swimming. And we’re all happy and adjusting to life with baby. That seems pretty good in my opinion.