August is quickly approaching which means fall! (oh how I love fall and the months that follow) but it also means; new clothes, new shoes, new backpacks, new crayons, new markers, new book fees, new teachers, new rules, new expectations and new anxieties. Yes, max is only three and I know I sound like I’m getting ready to ship him off to a third world country or something but look, I never said I was dramatic as hell. He will be transferring into the pre-preschool class this year and while I’m excited, I’m also nauseated.
I had anxiety last August when he transferred into the 2-year-old class as well—he was fine, I was a wreck)I hid it well though, or at least I think. I didn’t want him to pick on my anxiety and be anxious as well.
We’ve been blessed thus far with amazing teachers. I say blessed instead of lucky because lucky, I don’t believe in. We had one run in with a crap ass employee but she wasn’t HIS teacher. I think she belonged to the 3 and 4 year olds—she just had the unfortunate mistake of me witnessing her shove my child on the playground, that’s all .(Though it wasn’t a hard shove, a soft one, it was filled with anger and momma doesn’t do shoves especially those from an adult filled with ANGER. She’s no longer there and Lordy I can’t imagine why! .
Those are our children up there, not theirs and people like her don’t deserve to be around them. Sure, they drive them just as fucking crazy as they drive us—but hey, that’s the insanity you subject yourself too when taking the oath.
I’m nervous. I’m nervous because I know nothing about the new teachers he will have. But, I’ll soon find out. I need steady teachers, with a love for the children they are dealing with along with a desire to help build them up in a world full of people (includes some parents) that are just waiting to tear them down. Sure, I’d agree building a child’s eseteem and worth is mainly the parents job, . But as a teacher I think it’s an important message to convey as well, especially to very small children that are just becoming part of this hellish nothing is ever good enough kind of world.
I know things will be fine. I pray that he is surround by the most excellent teachers with not only a love for God, but a true love and passion for their work . Because let’s face it ,their work is our children. Scary when you think about it.
He will be fine and so will momma (if not, I’ll have a Xanax and then I will be fine)
What are your anxieties for the new school year?