Today is the first day of school. Elliot is starting grade 2, and Amy is going into kindergarten. Amy has been quite excited over the last week, asking me lots of questions about school and her schedule for the week (she doesn’t actually have a full day until Friday). Elliot hasn’t said a word about school. Yesterday Amy was so excited she couldn’t sleep. And she’d already planned what she would wear. Elliot had a stomach ache all day.
This morning I’ve been in the basement working, listening to the sounds of everyone getting ready. Amy is currently singing, and has been doing so for the last ten minutes. She is dressed and her teeth are brushed, and we aren’t leaving for another 30 minutes. I haven’t heard a word from Elliot. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was still in bed. I suspect he is having a silent freak out.
I feel so bad for the poor boy. I know what it’s like to be scared of new stuff. I’ve been dealing with similar feelings for over 40 years, and it sucks. I admire those who embrace and get excited by change. I don’t think I’ll ever get there, and I don’t think Elliot will either. I’m hoping we can teach him some coping strategies, and I’m hoping he at least gets to the point I’m at, where I can tell myself that it DOES get better. The new stuff becomes not-so-new.
I sure am proud of them both, and I look forward to writing a post when they are both settled into school, and when their mother is feeling a bit more settled herself!