This time last year, I was an unbelievable mess.
No, really. I’m not joking.
It wasn’t pretty.
I was pent up with anxiety.
Never mind, Big, was going into grade one – meaning full days, away from me, but he was going from his tiny, little Montessori school to a big, huge public school.
Small was to continue on at the Montessori school, but wouldn’t you know it, we had to pull him from the school due to some unforeseen circumstances in how the school was now being ran.
I had Big starting at public school, and Small’s academic future was in limbo.
I wouldn’t survive.
Yet we did.
We all survived.
Not only did we survive, but we all grew.
Big’s confidence skyrocketed. His anxiety issues dissolved. I saw him, well, being a kid.
Small thrived in his new environment.
His new school was open to supporting his speech delay and worked with our speech pathologist. Better still, the teacher to student ratio was well worth the tuition payments.
I also grew.
I allowed myself to trust in our parenting. We have and are continuing to raise great boys.
I allowed myself to trust in the public school system. And they did very well.
I allowed myself to trust in not a Montessori school. And they did very well.
So here we are.
First day of Grade Two.
First day in Red Room (aka JK).