Schooools out for Summer🎧

My son has his last day of kindergarten today. It’s bittersweet, as I’m sure most people with kids might feel the same.  I’m so excited for him, but I’m a bit sad he’s going to the next step and getting so big. I know the summer is going to zoom by us, so I’m going to try and make it as awesome as possible. This school year did go by fast for me. I can’t believe he will be going go to first grade this fall.

Through the toughness of adapting to school, all the trouble he caused, and changes he went through, he did it. I’m just as proud of him for completing kindergarten as I would be any grade.  At his little graduation ceremony before he even got over to his seat, the moment when I saw his cute little self in his tie walking over I already had teared up. I envisioned him as an 18-year-old finishing high school saying “later mom” in place of my peanut 6-year-old. He told me how he was so shy and embarrassed being in the front row with so many people watching. Yet, he did such a good job on all the songs and dance moves too!

As it comes to an end for the summer break, I’m left with mixed emotions that are even hard to put into words, so I’m just rambling. All the worrying, the anxiety and the stress of being away from him for basically the first time and almost daily, was worth it to see him grow. He’s so smart and learned so much (which I know duh – that’s the point of school).

I’ll have to remember that “I miss him and want him to come home” feeling I have when he’s home for the summer driving me crazy with his sisters ;).


Kindergarten and Glasses

It makes me sad I haven’t posted a blog in a while, but I don’t think anyone’s noticed lol. With my daughters birthday this month, then my birthday, then it was spring break from school, I have just been keeping busy. I’ve been trying to do more things with the kids while the weather had some beautiful days too.
Back to it. We recently found out my son has astigmatism in one of his eyes so he would need glasses. He did well for his eye exam which is so hard for a little kid to have to sit through and explain what they think is better; at least that’s how I feel after watching him. Yesterday, his glasses came in (if you see the picture attached). He was bummed when he first found out he would need them. He said he wouldn’t wear them, and he didn’t want people to say anything; he didn’t want to look funny. But I told him it’s still good to be different. Family and his friends will think they’re cool. That it doesn’t change him, they’re just like wearing sunglasses, and everyone likes sunglasses. Of corse, I told him about the cool people who wear them, including mom! 😉 I remember how I didn’t want to wear mine either. And yet now I will not take them off for anything. Now, I don’t like the way I look without them. So I know it’ll just hopefully take time. He picked out the pair he wanted (even though I so wanted to tell him to pick the ones that made him look like little Harry Potter!). He knows he needs them to see better, and they help, which he noticed when he put them on. It makes me sad though that at his age he already worries about what others think. Even if I tell my kids all the time how much we love them and how cute they are. How it doesn’t matter what others think as long as they like something and they’re happy. We try to reinforce we are here that’s all that matters. If kids say something mean and make them upset, they’re just jealous of how cool they are and maybe they don’t know how to express it and that it doesn’t mean anything. But, still.

He’s also been wanting to wear a little fauxhawk lately too – that he does himself if you took notice in one of the pictures. I try to fix it when he lets me, so it doesn’t look so much like he just didn’t want to brush his hair but, whatever makes him happy. He even got a good report on a reading testing they did. His teacher said he scored up to green, and that she isn’t sure how many others will be ready to do that. So, that was fantastic for him.

No matter how much you feel like you’re doing something wrong with kids, as long as they’re doing good, you must be.

Kindergarten Picture Day.

Ah, picture day has arrived. My son is in kindergarten this year so I never had to go through this yet, but I have read many stories online about this day. Yes, that dreaded school picture day.  How it would be filled with worry, chaos, unplanned improvised moments. Yet I was one of those people to assure myself that I could handle it. Those were just bad days or silly stories for those people. Apparently it was a big deal with some of the mom pages I followed. I shrugged it off always- it’s not a big deal to me. I mean, pictures didn’t go bad in the past when we took my son to a photographer. I mean sure, so I’m in the background giving that death stare look. I do the little waves and stares so they know to sit still and smile. .and they better or so help me mommy is going to break down but, still.

I had everything sorted ahead anyway like I always do. The clothes were on the stand the night before. I triple checked the form was in his little brand new folder. Which I went out and bought because his other one was hanging on by literally a piece so I knew I had to. Which reminds me, I still would love to know where all the ones I bought when they went on that back-to-school sale for like, 10 cents went to? I swear all the stuff I buy is like damn socks that go missing in the laundry. I’m always missing something.

Okay off subject, so anyway, the form was set, clothes laid out. To be honest, he’s a boy with short hair so really the hair game was easy peasy come morning. We never tried on his new packaged shirt before (rookie move, I know). I just assumed since it was the same size as his normal school uniform shirts, obviously it should fit. Nope. It was so long it could fit me. (I’m very small) Not a big deal, we will just master the art of teaching my 5-year-old how to tuck in his shirt on his own in the 2 minutes we had left. I honestly wasn’t even that worried about it. I knew the pose we picked he’d be standing and it’s mostly a headshot anyway so I wasn’t freaking out about it. Cue clip-on tie. He’s worn ones like it before. They’re pretty simple and besides, I had put it on for him and tucked it in under his collar so it was the least of my worries.I packed his bag; drove him to school drop off; reminded him only twenty or so times in the car to hand in his form with the money in it. Then sent him on his cute little way. Crisis avoided. I think I did pretty well and was a little sad I had no story to go with it.

So I thought.

The end of the school day rolls around, and I’m waiting for him like always with one of his little sisters with me. Then I see him. He’s running over, shirt a mess, one pant leg literally was tucked into his sock, buttons were unbuttoned, tie casually just chillin’ on the second button-hole of his shirt hanging on for its little fabric life, normal as can be. I just so happened to forget, it was art day for his ‘special’ by the way. I asked him why his shirt was undone and his tie moved all silly and he said his teacher told them they could take their ties or bows off after pictures if they wanted. That made me feel better. I pictured that it had to be after recess, and art, at the end of the day must be when he unraveled a little bit. Why it looked like he got completely undressed to take off just his tie was beyond me but yeah we were going with it. I got no reassurance from him, of course. I asked him if he had picture day early in the morning before special, lunch, and recess or after (his lunch is very early like 10 am right after they get there for some sucky reason). All I got in response was some more “I can’t remember” and “I don’t know” comments. I wanted to give that whole “how do you not remember?! You just walked out the door two seconds ago?!” speech but I knew it would get me nowhere. He did finally let me know, though, that soon as he got there is when he took off his tie, and when it was time to do pictures he added it back.. on his own. I asked him if the photographer adjusted him or they didn’t fix it and they had just let it be, and according to him, they left it. Why. Why would they LEAVE IT? I tried to convince myself they fixed his shirt and his tie, but he kept saying they didn’t.

So now I have a good I would say, at least a months worth of time of wait to see these things. I’m full of images of art stained, juice residue blobs popping up in the photo. Or his tie being halfway down his shirt, or even if it is at the top since he doesn’t get the whole concept of tuck-it-under-the-collar, it’s always sticking up over the corners like a pointy triangle disaster. What if the pose isn’t as zoomed in as I’m thinking it will be? What if he did the mad pout face he told me he was going to do because he didn’t want to go. A million other what ifs can surface but I will never know…. well, until a month or so 🙂

Sure, it’s not as bad as some of the picture day stories I have come across by any means. But to me, at least I have something to share now. Even after that I do feel like the worrying and waiting is going to make my hair turn gray – just in time for Christmas. At least ill look festive then, right?.. right??

Technically pictures are in! So they did fix him up and it came out good. Worrying as always extra for nothing. I waited to post this blog so I could add his little picture with it :). That up there was the original post! 🙂IMG_8927