Problem with starting school a mere 2 weeks after turning 5 means I am all out of feels. It was preschool graduation and then leaving his teachers. I kinda process it all together (oh yeah and then my small one turned 2 and left his class and I started a whole new job after 10 years). I’m emotionally exhausted…and that’s a lot for someone who is pretty much dead inside most of the time.
But then I realized I have been channeling it differently. I’m nesting. I sorted his closet by shirt types. I refolded all his shorts. I bought him new underwear and socks. My only nervousness is worrying about his anxiety (DOUBLE DOWN ON THE ANXIETY). So my nesting is my brain’s way of coping here. I think “well if he doesn’t have to search for shirts, he won’t be grumpy before we leave”. It’s also why you won’t see him dressed to the nines on the first day. He will wear what he wants so he feels “cool” in a whole new class. This is what I can do for him. It isn’t about me.
So for now we have a backpack stocked with stuff he won’t need on his first day but hopefully makes him comfortable in a new environment. If that is a Transformers notebook with Iron Man pencils, I’m all set. If it’s his “favorite taco” for lunch (that’s meat, salad and cheese mommy!), we are gonna do just fine. It’s the only crutch I can give him in a totally new world and so Imma do it right.
Good luck, little Mann.