When you’re unsure about changes ahead and how it would shape a new you, what encourages you to keep going?
You’d think I was serving him his last meal.
“What do you want for breakfast, TJ? … Anything you want…” I wanted him to be happy.
“Frosted mini-wheats!” hollered my five year old.
No oatmeal for him today, I thought as I scrambled up some eggs to go on the side.
It was TJ’s first day of kindergarten.
And I was nervous.
What Was Fazing Me
I didn’t expect to be. After all, TJ’s had years of preschool. He knows how to raise his hand, sit criss-cross applesauce, and stand in a straight line (sort of).
I wasn’t concerned about his ability to learn. The kid’s got an ample supply of imagination, so I’m sure the academics will kick in as needed.
I even went to sleep soundly the night before. Back-to-school shopping wasn’t so bad. Some glue sticks, Crayola markers, and some new socks. Everything was set.
But, I woke up worried.
Getting TJ dressed and ziploc’ing his turkey cheese sandwich in time for the 8 o’clock bell, with two year-old-brother in tow, required a new level of calisthenics. But, that wasn’t fazing me.
The questions TJ’s been asking me was.
What if I can’t make new friends, Mommy?…
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