Tomorrow my son starts preschool. He’s been with my in-laws since I left maternity leave almost two years ago. For the first year and a half I picked him up at 1pm, but these past two months he been with them until 4:30 or 5pm. He has never been in a group care setting of any kind.
Tomorrow is going to be a hard day.
This week is going to be a hard week. For him. For me. For all of us.
In preparing for this transition, I’ve realized what a huge transition my daughter going to Kindergarten was for me. I hadn’t anticipated how stressful it would be for me, how much would change in my life. Looking back on these past 2 months I realize the transition has been as significant for me as it has been for my daughter. We’ve both been learning our new roles and managing uncertainty. We’re both unsure of what each day, let alone the rest of the year, holds. It’s all just been a lot more unsettling than I anticipated.
And now my son is starting school and the other half of our family will experience the same upheaval the rest of us are still recovering from. My poor boy will be thrust into an unfamiliar environment, surrounding by people he doesn’t know, speaking a language he can’t understand (I wasn’t great about speaking Spanish with him when he was younger and by the time I started to try, he was very much opposed). All I can do is hope that he will know that his teachers care for him, that he will make friends and enjoy playing with them and that he’ll thrive in his new environment.
And I hope that my husband and I can manage this transition with a little more grace than we did our daughter starting Kindergarten. That really did knock us on our asses. And I know this will too, because my husband’s morning routine is completely different now that he has to take my son to school on the bus. I just hope we can be there for each other, and for our kids, as we all get used to our new reality. It’s going to be a rough couple of weeks, but I think we’ll get there.
This past week, and especially weekend, were totally insane. It felt like every moment of every day was scheduled. I took tomorrow off so I could take my son to his first day, and hang around for a bit if he needed me there. I scheduled myself a couple of hours to get a chair massage at the mall and do the grocery shopping that didn’t get done Saturday or Sunday. Then I’m off to my daughter’s class to be a parent helper after lunch and then two hours volunteering at her school’s book fair. I know it doesn’t sound like much of a day off, but I’m looking forward to the change in pace, before I get thrust back into my regularly scheduled programming, with the added static of a boy who is coming to terms with a massive change.
I’ll let you all know how it goes.
Which transitions have you found more challenging that you anticipated?