I'm a little nervous about Gavin starting school next week. And by the way, a little means a lot.
I do not feel like he is as prepared as he should be.
In so many ways.
But I am trying to have faith that he is more prepared than I think.
The other night we sat on his bed and went through one of those Little People books that has the farm and grocery store and the airport and looked at all the words. He wanted to do it and knew most things of course, by sight. But I feel like he's entering Kindergarten with no idea how to read.
And I'm not sure why this makes me nervous because, Um, Hello, Ben did not know how to read either when he went to Kindergarten but I felt like he could at least recognize some sight words and that he REALLY knew his ABC's and it just doesn't seem the same for G.
And I know every kid is different...
You know how us Mothers are always saying that thing about the fact that we take less pictures of each child? And then we go on about the "poor third" or fourth or fifth child and even put the word "syndrome" at the end to be tongue-in-cheek? Well, yeah, I feel like G got "second child syndrome" in the being read-to department.
We used to read SO many books to Ben, like every night two or three. And we did the same for G for a while but he never liked to sit for them as well as Ben did. So maybe it also has a bit to do with his personality.
And then I worry because I have friends who say they've heard that kids entering school should know words already and on and on and I have to disagree.
My Ben is in the gifted classes here and he did not start reading WELL until the middle of first grade.
So why am I so nervous?
Well there's also the fact that I'm not sure the all day, every day schedule is going to sit so well with him.
Kindergarten-ers here go 8-3 and man, that's a LONG day.
Oh and then there is the fact that he just seems too small. How can my second baby already be ready for THIS?!?! The BIG K?
I'm about to cry just typing it out.
I can already see him walking away from me with that big, blue backpack strapped on his little boy self, his cute blond head bobbing as he goes, and him taking yet another little section of my mommy heart off to that classroom with him.
Maybe I'm "nervous" because a part of me just doesn't want him to go. Or perhaps because I know I have to let go. Whichever the case, he is "going" and it's just the beginning of a lifetime of "going" and of course growing too.
Just today I stood in his closet and hung up his uniform clothes, collared polo shirts and pressed pants and shorts. Thoughts of his older brother wearing the same ones and starting Kindergarten himself flooded my mind. And now, here we go again. He just seems to small for it all.
I know it will be an adjustment, anything like this is. I just hope it goes well for him and I guess for me too...