When we moved to this house, it was a week before kindergarten began for Meg. It was out of our hands, of course, because when you build you are dependent upon the weather to cooperate and we had a very rainy spring that year which slowed the process down. We knew no one when we moved here, other than my husband’s co-workers. No one had a child starting kindergarten. Meg was pretty much on her own.
Fortunately she met her friend B on the bus ride during Orientation and they found out they were in the same class, so she was able to have a friend on the first day of school. B’s mom and I have become very good friends as well. But I’ve always felt bad that our decision to move put Meg in such a difficult position of having so much to adjust to so quickly. Moving, leaving her friends, starting school in a strange town. It’s hard enough for adults, but asking that of a 5 year old was really just too much. She had a great kindergarten teacher who helped her adjust and learn, but it was a very long year for us all.
In one week Drew begins kindergarten. It’s a completely different experience for all of us. He already knows the bus route. He knows his teacher~she is the same teacher Meg had. The two boys that live on either side of us will not only be on the bus with him, but in his class. He has plenty of friends from his preschool to see during lunch and play with on the playground. Don’t get me wrong~he’s a nervous little man these days and is prone to crying over everything and not sleeping enough. We understand his tantrums better now, thanks to already having a school-age child who starts to get her cranky pants on about 2 weeks before school starts. I bought several “getting ready for kindergarten” books before he left preschool and we’ve started reading them in earnest. He’ll head off to Orientation with Doug and me on Wednesday nervous, but with a different kind of nervousness than Meg had. He’ll say hi to his friends as we make our way down the hall to Room 25, the room with Clifford the Big Red Dog on the door. He’s been to the school enough that he may know the way himself.
I can guarantee you that I’ll be one hot mess next Monday morning when I put both my kids on the bus together, not so much because I’ll be worried about them, but because I can’t believe it’s his turn to climb the stairs of the bus and head off to school. I’m grateful he has his big sister on the bus with him this year, to make sure he gets off at his school and that he gets back on each day. I think he’ll hold his own though, after a bit of time. I can’t wait to see what this year brings for him.