I know that most of the country is already in back-to-school mode…but in New York we like being late to the party. We won’t be up and running in school mode until the second week of September. Just yesterday I got a letter from the boys’ school saying that we are to meet their teachers next Tuesday at 11 o’clock. But school won’t start until a week after that.
The timing feels right. I’m not ready to send them back quite yet. I’m not ready for early morning wake-ups and worrying about the bus and will these teachers really be able to handle my rascals? And honestly, sometimes having SO many people support my boys can end up feeling like a lot to keep track of. I’m definitely grateful for all the support we receive…but I’ve liked it being *just us* for a little while.
Isaac didn’t really end preschool on a high note. There were a lot of frustrated notes home during July and early August. Isaac was having a rough transition into our new home and was showing us his stress in lots of ways. And although I *get* the notes…I know what the teacher is saying and I understand her frustration…it’s just nice not to get them for a little while. It’s nice to just weather his stress myself and reconnect with that little munchkin one on one for a few weeks.
But I’m also curious about what this year will bring. Especially for Isaac. He’s so ready for more. He’s so ready to engage academically. When I work with him now I’m always surprised by his early literacy skills. He seems ready to just take off with it. And I have a small glimmer of hope that his new teachers will be able to crack him open a little more. Encourage him to get outside of himself more often and engage with the world more fully. Will I always have to tell him to say “hi” back to people? Will he ever be able to play appropriately with a peer that isn’t Andrew? Maybe this year he’ll be able to tell me something that happened in school that day. But I’m keeping that hope small and at glimmer stage…I want to be open to whatever happens and however he unfolds. I guess that’s just it…I want to see the next stage of his unfolding…without trying to guess too much what it will be like.
And Andrew? I think it’s okay to relax a little. It’s been three years since he struggled so hard at school. Things have gotten so much better. And he’ll be in third grade with the same group of chums he’s been with since the end of Kindergarten. This year my hunch is, he’ll be fine. His last two teachers were able to support his behaviors beautifully so that he was able to do what he needed to do in the classroom without being a total nut. I’m not ready to turn my back…but I am ready to think “I bet it will be fine.”
So, I am in preparing mode. Thinking things through. Ordering uniforms. Making sure lunch boxes and backpacks are in good working order. Making sure the school and bus companies have the right address (at last check they do for Andrew! not for Isaac). But I’m not rushing these last days of break. It’ll be gone before I know it.