This is what Garrett said to me within the first 10 minutes of being in his new preschool classroom….loudly….within earshot of every parent there, of course.
He clumsily walked over to where I was sitting, three brightly colored balls in his arms which he fully intended to dump into my readily available lap, and said, “Mommy, hold my balls…”
Right then, one ball fell to the floor and he announced, “Oh no! Grab my ball, Mommy”.
I started giggling like a nervous teenager whose boyfriend just stuck his tongue unexpectedly yet forcefully in her mouth.
I did everything short of saying, "Heh,heh...he said balls" in an obnoxious Beavis and Butthead tone of voice, which Tim has to come to adore and despise at the same time.
The moment I walked out of the classrom, I imagined the teacher ran to her desk and wrote herself a note, "Reminder to self - DO NOT, under even the most desperate of circumstances, EVER ask Garrett and Landon's mom to volunteer!"
Moving on…surprisingly, no tears were shed by any of the kids on the first day of school. Nor by me!
While they were together in the same class in kindergarten, Cole and Bella were separated this year for 1st grade…which sent me into a panic. How would I volunteer in each of their classes? What about field trips? Class performances?
Thankfully, I was assured by their teachers that it shouldn’t be an issue and there was no need to worry. WTF? If there's anything I do well, it's worry...please don't deny what I do best.
I imagined those teachers wrote notes to themselves, as well..."Reminder to self - Cole and Bella's mother is a an overwrought, high-strung perfectionist, who's clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown. Gently discourage her from volunteering every chance you get."
Here are some pictures of the kids on their first day of school...
Sigh...the first day of school always makes me wish I could stop the hands of time forever.
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