Parents know there are some milestones your child will go through. You might not expect that sometimes they feel like walking through a door that slams shut behind you and you can never go back.
Start of school.
Those are things we expect and sometimes look forward to. They’re signs that our child is growing up and moving from a baby dependent upon us for everything to a maturing child who begins to love us not because he or she needs us but because they CHOOSE to love us.
It’s pretty awe inspiring.
Then there are unexpected milestones that not only slam a door behind us but smack us in the face as we walk right into them, not even realizing they were coming.
I hit one of those yesterday.
It was the first day of school and as usual, the principal said it was perfectly okay for parents to walk their child or children to their classrooms. Noah said he didn’t need us to do that.
I said fine. If he wanted to be a big kid, then I would totally respect that. He did change his mind when we got to the school and no one else was just dropping their kids off.
However, that wasn’t the milestone. That came later.
He’s been going to this school for four years. I get how carpool works. I know when to leave the house to get my favorite spot (someone’s unsecured wifi reaches the street there and I can use my computer to surf or chat or research something for my book). I got this.
I even was so together this year that I had his supplies labeled as the teachers asked and all that. I figured I was going to be able to hold things together this year.
Pride goeth before a fall, baby.
I got to carpool yesterday and sat in my car, a little behind where I usually sit, but it was okay. When the line began to move, I noticed it was a little slower than last year, but I figured new moms and we had to get back into a routine.
I got to the pickup line and they called his name.
He wasn’t there.
The teacher or mom who was helping asked me if he was in third grade. I said yes and she told me he was in the OTHER carpool line now!
The big kids’ line! The one I don’t know how to work.
I drove around to find that the line was extended farther back than I had anticipated and I ended up “butting” in as I came from a side street into the line.
Now, I don’t know when to leave the house or any of that, but the bigger thing to me is, he’s in the big kid line!!!
This school goes from kindergarten to 8th grade, so I had anticipated another year or so before he’d move. I thought they stayed in the “Front” carpool line until 4th grade, at the very earliest.
Today we drove to the front line with no problems, but I’ll have to see how it works this afternoon.
I think I hear a door slamming somewhere.