The Swimmy is officially starting Kindergarten on August 21st. This Friday is her KinderCamp – or where she goes to meet her teachers, drop off her school supplies and see her classroom. It is also the moment I will lose my shit.
Let me explain.
It’s not the whole “OH MY G-D my baby is leaving to go to school – she’s growing up so fast!? Bwaaaah….” kind of thing. Nope. She’s been in school for awhile now and I’m totally fine with her independence and spending the day with friends and, uh, learning.
However. Now she will be at an elementary school. With other kids. Other OLDER kids. Including fifth graders – who are 11. And way too grown up for 11 year olds. I’ve spent an awful lot of time keeping Britney, Paris and the like out of my house and out of her wardrobe. And now I feel like I’m going to war – if only to fight for her childhood.
I’m completely freaked out at the thought of her mingling with 5th graders. Granted, my choice of vocabulary is not for the lighthearted sometimes, but I really have no interest in The Swimmy learning these words at the age of five… and you know she will.
And so, the time has come for me to be “that mom” – who is involved and aware at the school. Who will be “bad cop” more often than good. Who will be the loan parent voice amongst her peers that says, “You are welcome to go play at [Name’s] house once I meet her parents.” Or that simply says, “No.”
It makes me tired to think about it. And I think I just got another grey hair. Well, THAT I can do something about – next Thursday.
So, tell me – what will YOU do for your child as they go through the world these days?