What if the kids aren’t nice to her?
What if she’s the littlest kid in the class?
What if she cries when she gets there?
What if she cries when its time to leave?
What if I cry when she gets there?
What if Nate and I don’t fit in with all the other parents?
What if they find out I already turned down an offer to be co-class mom?
What if they find out that Thalia barely finishes a half a sandwich in a sitting?
What if they find out Thalia watches a shitload of TV?
What if they find out I have no problem saying “shitload”?
What if I am the mom who doesn’t remember to send back medical forms and permission slips?
What if I am the mom who doesn’t remember to buy her a backpack?
What if I am the mom who doesn’t remember when school starts each day (because I’m already off to a good start in that department)?
What if they can’t understand Thalia when she speaks?
What if the other kids have a party and invite everyone but Thalia?
What if we built up school too much and Thalia freaks out completely when she gets there?
What if all the other kids are in nicer clothes?
What if all the other kids are in jeans?
What if the director hates me?
What if someone different has to pick up Thalia every day because our schedules are so wonky?
What if Thalia doesn’t want me to leave even though I’m back to work now and can’t stay there with her every day?
What if Thalia has the best time of her life?
What if Thalia has the best time of her life and I feel guilty that I wasn’t the one to introduce her to Duck Duck Goose and coloring your own masks and baking Zucchini Pie?
What if they find out I have a blog?
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I am only a new mom, 10 weeks in, and I love this post…i’m about to join my local mother’s club and I’m wodering: what if someone makes fun of my little guy’s baby acne? what if they decide his cradle cap, waxy ears and dirty nails (yes, his nails get dirty) make me a bad mother? what if they all of perfect hair and cute outfits and I’m hoping for a shower and will wear anything that doesn’t have too much spit up on it? I guess I will be worrying forever….!
A few weeks ago my daughter started middle school. She stood in my doorway eyes wide and i asked her if she wanted me to go with her. As I launched myself off the bed to throw on a sweatshirt my husband grabbed the back of my pants and said more firmly than I have ever heard him say it, “NO”. She and I sighed and said goodbyes. After she left I repeated almost everything on your list. Again. Just like I did her first day of preschool…It never gets easier. I think you cry more about it as they get older… the firsts get so final. Nice blog!