He had baby teeth when he began school. He lost those, grew a new set, and now he’s working on a mustache. He didn’t know our phone number back then, and now he has a phone of his own. In k4 he took naps. Now he stays up as late as he can. His voice is shedding its youthful tone almost daily. And now it’s goodbye to the days of show and tell. Farewell carpool.
These years didn’t pass without growing pains. For us all. As I look back I wonder what words of advice I could pass along to my younger self and other parents.
Savor every single hug and kiss you get (from your kid-I’m not talking about random strangers here).
Do not worry about the math homework. Okay worry. Alot. Admit that you didn’t get it then and you don’t get it now.
There are classroom rules. Follow them-they got this. Not kidding. I had a bag violation in k5 when the storage bag for our son’s’ clothing was too big. Epic fail.
Backpack mail isn’t what it sounds like. It actually needs to taken out of the backpack.
Know that your child may not be invited to every party or sleep over. There will be hurt feelings. Harsh words. Games lost.
Follow the flow of the carpool line. Don’t be that parent. Trust me
Remember the grade on the science project is your child’s-not yours. (But yes, it was a spectacular Solar System).
Snow days aren’t convenient to adults, but to a kid….
Get to know the other parents. They will be your lifeline. They will remind you about assignment due dates, game start times, and days off school. They will take Moms Night Out to a whole new level.
Find out what the other kids in your kids’ unit like for lunch. Because that’s who’s eating what you pack.
You don’t need to agree with the teachers. Or like them. Sometimes the best lessons are non-academic and involve learning to navigate life’s uncomfortable relationships. Understand these folks are on the front lines and are well prepared to handle unexpected insects, spills, coughs, scrapes, book orders, clashing personalities, hundreds of dollars in field trip fees, endless stacks of permission slips, and missing lunches.
To the parent of a kindergartner- 10 years is the quickest, longest time you may ever know.