My little man started his first week of school this past Wednesday.
Harlan has loved carrying a bag around for a while now, and for once he is carrying one that he actually needs: His new Cream Cram lunch bag!
I told you all that I would find a way in despite names that were deposited on waiting lists while the students were still in-utero!
Actually, it is because of this blog that Harlan made his debut at a tony pre-school this week. A wonderful woman here in Austin ("R") e-mailed me a while back to let me know where I could buy Violet Crumbles in town. We wrote back and forth a couple of times and she recently wrote after reading my post about not being able to get Harlan a spot in a reputable local pre-school. She told me about a wonderful school right in the neighborhood ( a huge relief now that I am spending way too much time in the car) that her son had gone to. "R" recommended that I call the school director and tell her that we knew each other. It worked.
The first day I left Harlan in loving hands I was elated; proud of my independent and social son who waved bye-bye to me non-chalantly as he ran off to play some other kids.
The second day was not so easy. The third day even less so as I had to drive away watching Harlan weep at the realization that I was not staying with him. I spent this morning feeling like a wretched mother, abandoning her first born. I know of course that everything Harlan is experiencing is normal and that he will quickly acclimate to his new fun-filled mornings at school, but you can't reason with me when today was the first time I had to walk away from my crying baby.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Hey Bub, Where you goin' with that lunch bag in yo' hand?
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My husband always says that we are too weak to have children, and we are. You sound strong, though. I didn't expect the hard part of parenting to be the sad moments and sick stuff. I was just ready for the tantrum type stuff, which I haven't even experienced. Glad you are settling into your surroundings.
{{{hugs}}}
so glad you were able to find harlan a fabulous preschool, though! and he looks so grown-up with his supercool bag :-)
There's nothing to reason about. You just have to crack open the vodka and have yourself an early morning tipple.
Just kidding. I never do that.
Cry if you need to. Or be sad. I think you just have to go through it if you experience that.
He does look so grown-up! Grats on getting him in, that's amazing news! And it'll be okay. He'll adjust and enjoy it and catch lots of colds and have a grand old time...
Oh ((J)) .. that is so sad .. but think how less stressful it will be when he goes a full day .. I miss you sooo much
i don't think it makes any difference what age your child or children are, when they start school or move to a bigger school it gets me every time...my first born started high school this september and i didn't think anything of it until she left at 6:30am on the first day and i closed the door and thought to myself "she's really starting to leave me now, it's just a matter of a few years" i admit to 'sniffing' lots of tears these past weeks when i think about her growing up...
allow yourself to have those tears it is perfectly normal, i'd be worried if you didn't :)
ahhh, the transition is so tough. hang in there, mama!! hopefully he'll soon be bonding with new friends and excellent teachers.
I found you from a sweet comment you posted on Bitter Betty's blog today, and come to find that we have some silly things in common. I'm an ex-New Yorker who just moved to Portland, and I am obsessed with Ausitn. Obsessed. I, too, have some horror moving stories, too...
Anyway, glad to have found you here. Best of luck on getting settled.
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