I Have 3 Kids
My kids are big. It's back to school time and that means something very different these days.
Sending the first one to kindergarten was a little rougher than I had anticipated back then. It hit me out of no where watching her sit down at the tiny desk in her little glasses and dress. We took a picture with the teacher and walked away. I was married at the time and as soon as I got in the car, instead of looking forward to having a quiet couple of hours I started to cry uncontrollably. It freaked him out a little but he calmed me down with coffee and donuts. The second one starting school wasn't much better but there was several years for the third one. I was older and more experienced by the time the 3rd kid went to school. I learned to just be sure I was working that day and let his dad or grandma take care of it. Avoidance and denial. I was cool with it. I know...mother of the year right here.
These days they are mostly grown and my son who is 14 started high school today. My oldest started teaching 3rd grade today. My middle child is living with her girlfriend in Denver. She will have her Spanish degree in a year. I'm so proud of all of them. I do have a favorite but they are all my favorite in different ways.
My son spent yesterday and much of the summer helping his sister get her classroom together. He is such a cool sweet boy/man. At one point last night he realized he was spending his final night of summer in a classroom. I told him that he was storing up his treasures in heaven at that moment. His sister was very appreciative. It deserved a vanilla bean frappuccino.
After feeling the love last night there was scheduling drama. It was a rough morning. He didn't follow enrollment instructions and ended up in intro to agricultural science. He has never considered a career in farming and we are city people really. No big deal, i was going to let me suffer in a bad class to prove a point but the class meets at a different high school. Schedule change is pending.
Sending the first one to kindergarten was a little rougher than I had anticipated back then. It hit me out of no where watching her sit down at the tiny desk in her little glasses and dress. We took a picture with the teacher and walked away. I was married at the time and as soon as I got in the car, instead of looking forward to having a quiet couple of hours I started to cry uncontrollably. It freaked him out a little but he calmed me down with coffee and donuts. The second one starting school wasn't much better but there was several years for the third one. I was older and more experienced by the time the 3rd kid went to school. I learned to just be sure I was working that day and let his dad or grandma take care of it. Avoidance and denial. I was cool with it. I know...mother of the year right here.
These days they are mostly grown and my son who is 14 started high school today. My oldest started teaching 3rd grade today. My middle child is living with her girlfriend in Denver. She will have her Spanish degree in a year. I'm so proud of all of them. I do have a favorite but they are all my favorite in different ways.
My son spent yesterday and much of the summer helping his sister get her classroom together. He is such a cool sweet boy/man. At one point last night he realized he was spending his final night of summer in a classroom. I told him that he was storing up his treasures in heaven at that moment. His sister was very appreciative. It deserved a vanilla bean frappuccino.
After feeling the love last night there was scheduling drama. It was a rough morning. He didn't follow enrollment instructions and ended up in intro to agricultural science. He has never considered a career in farming and we are city people really. No big deal, i was going to let me suffer in a bad class to prove a point but the class meets at a different high school. Schedule change is pending.
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