August anxieties

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?

This was Max’s first day in the 2-year-old class (after school)

9 thoughts on “August anxieties

  1. My youngest is going to 2nd grade and a new school. Last year’s anxiety was “OMG I will not step foot in this school again unless my grandkids go here.” This year’s anxiety is “OMG is he gonna be able to eat all his lunch before they make them leave the cafeteria? Is he gonna get lost? Is he gonna be bullied by a 3rd grader? Will his teacher’s love his imagination like I do?” Thank God for xanax or I might not make it either.

    • Oh my God all those anxieties are so valid! I hadn’t even thought of not finishing lunch before it’s time to go back to class—- Getting lost—you poor thing. I think I’m having anxiety for you just reading this!! I don’t think I’m going to make the “real” school years. Yes, momma partake of the meds, partake!! lol

  2. Hi! I found you on Tiffany Noth’s bloggy mom July blog hop and wanted to stop by and say hey!

    I can totally relate to your story. My only child, he’s 2 1/2, is starting preschool this fall and I’m a nervous wreck. He’s enrolled in a wonderful private Montessori school and it’s his first time ever going to school.

    Just wanted to wish you and your son a great school year and look forward to reading more of your blog. =)

    -Ana xo

    • Hi Ana! Thank you so much for stoping by. Good luck to you and your pilotless one this year as well. You know, I’m sure all will go well, but If I or we (moms) don’t start worry about it before hand if just doesn’t seem right! Lol best wishes to you! Can’t wait to stop by your blog during my alone mommy time aka bed time.

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