But what to write about?
Our family seems to be in that in between time. That time where you know change is going to happen soon. You can see it coming from down the road. There is nothing you can do to stop it. You have to just wait and enjoy the ride.
I felt this when I was pregnant with Jonathan. When we were getting ready for our big move to Wisconsin. And now again. This time.... Kindergarten.
Our son has been attending the same preschool since we have moved to this area. He was 2 1/2 when he started. He will be six at the end of this month.
We've been preparing for a while. We had his IEP (Individualized Education Program) worked out with the school system in March. We've meet teachers and educators at the school. We talk about "big school" daily. He knows the first day of school date. He knows some friends that will also be there.
But he also thinks we will only be visiting Kindergarten, getting back into the blue car, and going to his current classroom at the preschool.
It is getting close to the time I need to write the official social story about "big school."
I've been purchasing the school supplies, noted off the cryptic list his school sends out. Yesterday, while at Target, everyone and their mother were in my way, down each aisle, while I tried frantically to figure out which pre-sharpened pencil brand I needed to purchase. (Seriously, a family had three generations buying school supplies were in my way!) I wanted to run in tears.
How can he be this big for school supplies already? He is no longer a baby, toddler or tiny tot. He is a school-ager. He is tall. He looks like a big boy, with his missing front tooth. His clothes size no longer match his age, but rather are marked as small, medium or large.
And I worry. I'll always worry. It is the unknown that scares me the most. Will be make friends? Will other kids like him and be as patient with him as his preschool peers? Will he be able to keep up to academic expectations? Will he like school? Will he like his teachers? Will his teachers get him? Will he always be so innocent and lovable and affectionate?
But I need to remember...this is not about me. This is his journey. I'm only there to gently guide. It doesn't make it any easier, does it?
|Big Boy walking our neighbor's dog. What a good helper!|