In 2014, I was a crazy person that thought I could run two blogs and handle being back in school myself while caring for my family. My short-lived personal blog was abandoned after a few posts. This post first appeared on the now defunct “Metamomphosis” and was featured by Blogher . It was hastily written after my youngest’s first day of kindergarten. Her food allergies, autoimmune disease, and general shyness (at least she’s shy until she is comfortable) has her clinging to me and less independent than her big brother most of the time.
The start of kindergarten is difficult on moms. When faced with the challenges of food allergies, it can be a stress nightmare. You are no longer around 24/7 to monitor what your child puts in their mouth. But please remember, a child mirrors the emotions of their mother. You’ve got this, mom.
On food allergies and the first day of Kindergarten
I breezed through the first day of school like an old pro today. I dropped my first grader off outside his classroom then made my way to kindergarten. My brave little girl sat stoically in her seat as I said my goodbyes.
I threaded my way through the kindergarten parents clustered around the donut table in the courtyard. Sniffling while their little babies said the pledge of allegiance for the first time behind the closed doors. My carefully averted eyes giving them privacy, refusing to allow their emotions to affect me. I didn’t stop for a donut—or a tissue.
I am only a few minutes away from the school and not forty-five. This first day I did not constantly worry about my children as they navigated the world of elementary school without me. Last year, not a second went by that I didn’t think about Pork Chop and how he fit into his new school; I heard nothing until I picked him that evening after work. This year, I didn’t worry. I told Pea before I left that no matter what, “She would be okay today.”
Independence doesn’t start after graduation from high school. An hour before school let out, I returned to the nurse’s office with the prescriptions that I had to have refilled for school and again got an update on my baby girl.
The first day of school and Pea had already visited the nurse for a small rash. The nurse laughed and told me what my daughter told her, “I’m okay today. My Mommy told me I was going to be okay today, so I am okay.”
And despite being spoken to by the guidance counselor and the school nurse on day one of kindergarten she was okay.
I was okay too.