Gah.. I am more anxious about my kiddo’s first day of sixth grade than their first day of daycare back when they were little

The last few years have been really hard on Sam.. Between the pandemic stuff, difficulty making friends and their dearest friend developing some intense mental health issues that did a real number on Sam..

I got a little teary this morning looking at videos from when they were first learning to talk. Back then it was “I lewwwwffv you”, learning to walk, read, sing, bake banana bread with me, Play old McDonald on the piano, draw Chibi monsters, cuddle with our surprise puppy that I’d promised, ride a bike through the fear into the fun, into the freedom.

I hope things go well. I did everything I could think of to help ease into the big changes ahead. We went to tour the Junior high months back when we were still house-hunting getting a feel for school zones.

I emphasized to the admin that if they could squeeze them into art class that would really help the transition.

We went to their orientation, met some of their teachers and visited their classes.

I connected with a few other moms with kids in their grade/school. I don’t know if they’ll end up being the best of friends, but they all got along. One of them is in two of her classes, so at least she’ll know three people.

We got their supplies together in their backpack, labeled the map, and highlighted some important things on their schedule.

I cooked chocolate chip pancakes like I do every year on the first day of school.

I made sure they remembered their watch and phone.

I gave them autonomy about wearing a mask.

We got there on time and the guidance counselor helped us find her room and a seat.


And… than I left them there hoping with all my heart that today goes mostly well and whatever confusion arises is easily navigated.