A new school year. A new school. My youngest going into kindergarten.
What was there not to worry about on the first day?
I couldn't help but be nervous. Would we get to school on time? Would they make friends? Would the kids know where to get off the bus? Would Johnny remember to wipe? How would I cope for seven hours without any kids?
Monday was the first day of school here in Alpharetta, Georgia, and my mind was racing. I wanted that first day to be perfect.
Chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Adorable first-day-of-school outfits. Sweet notes from mom in their lunch bags. And big hugs goodbye.
Julie and Johnny practically skipped into the massive school of almost 1,000 kids. They were more than excited...not seeming one bit nervous (despite their mom's anxiety.) At one point Julie even had to assure me "Mommy, it's going to be OK." (How were they not freaking out like me??)
The day, however was not without a few hiccups. Julie had a minor meltdown trying to put away her huge bags of school supplies. And the school inadvertently assigned the kids the wrong bus number. So, I frantically spent half the day on the phone with the transportation department trying to remedy the situation.
Despite the snafus, the kids hopped off the bus full of smiles and stories.