Separation Anxiety
It's February and in just 6 months my little guy will be starting kindergarten. I can't believe he's getting so old. He says he is not going to go to school. He says that I will teach him at home. He says his MooMoo and Papa can help teach him, yet he doesn't even listen to any of us. He tells me he will be home schooled.
I can already imagine what that August day will look like. I will get up and get him ready for school. We will walk to school together. I will walk him down the hallway to his classroom, he will turn and look at me with those sweet little eyes. The tears will start to form, he will turn away quickly saying he's embarrassed. He will then enter his classroom as I am yelling after him "Mommies can cry, don't be embarrassed, I love You! See you after school!" Then I realistically think to myself, heck I'll be up here in couple hours for lunch to make sure everything goes smoothly. Then I tell myself, get a grip Michelle you know that's not true, you will probably be pacing outside the school until lunch making sure you are close by if anything happens (even though we live 2 minutes away). Then I will wonder if it would be weird if I just sat outside staring in the classroom window all day. I mean after all I don't want to sit in the classroom all day, that would be too much, right?
The separation anxiety is killing me and he hasn't even started school. I have been his pancreas for 4 years. How am I suppose to relinquish that control? How do I trust a stranger to care for my child? How are they going to keep his numbers down? How are they going to prevent the lows? I feel I should give them a summer reading list just like the ones they send home with the kids except theirs would include books like Sugar Surfing and Think Like a Pancreas. Can't I just keep him at home forever where I know he is getting the care he needs. I mean I guess technically I could. He doesn't want to go to school anyway. Then I think, the poor kid needs to make some friends, I better at least try school out.
Then there is the frantic thoughts of everything I need to get ready for school. I need to figure out what needs to be said in his 504.... you know like, my kid will carry a phone on him at all times, my child will have his dexcom on him at all times, he will be allowed to use the restroom when he needs to, he gets thirsty when high and he must have access to water, he needs to have low treatment on him.... oh the list goes on and on. Then there is all the supplies I need to get ready for his classrooms that he will be in. I will need to talk to the nurse, the AP, teacher, principal or whoever. So much to do, so little time (well 6 months seems like little time to me).
How did he grow up so fast? Can't they stay little forever? I can't even imagine what's going to happen to me when he becomes a teenager and thinks he doesn't need his helicopter mom anymore. Guess I will save that stress for another day... I mean he's not even 5 yet.
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I can already imagine what that August day will look like. I will get up and get him ready for school. We will walk to school together. I will walk him down the hallway to his classroom, he will turn and look at me with those sweet little eyes. The tears will start to form, he will turn away quickly saying he's embarrassed. He will then enter his classroom as I am yelling after him "Mommies can cry, don't be embarrassed, I love You! See you after school!" Then I realistically think to myself, heck I'll be up here in couple hours for lunch to make sure everything goes smoothly. Then I tell myself, get a grip Michelle you know that's not true, you will probably be pacing outside the school until lunch making sure you are close by if anything happens (even though we live 2 minutes away). Then I will wonder if it would be weird if I just sat outside staring in the classroom window all day. I mean after all I don't want to sit in the classroom all day, that would be too much, right?
The separation anxiety is killing me and he hasn't even started school. I have been his pancreas for 4 years. How am I suppose to relinquish that control? How do I trust a stranger to care for my child? How are they going to keep his numbers down? How are they going to prevent the lows? I feel I should give them a summer reading list just like the ones they send home with the kids except theirs would include books like Sugar Surfing and Think Like a Pancreas. Can't I just keep him at home forever where I know he is getting the care he needs. I mean I guess technically I could. He doesn't want to go to school anyway. Then I think, the poor kid needs to make some friends, I better at least try school out.
Then there is the frantic thoughts of everything I need to get ready for school. I need to figure out what needs to be said in his 504.... you know like, my kid will carry a phone on him at all times, my child will have his dexcom on him at all times, he will be allowed to use the restroom when he needs to, he gets thirsty when high and he must have access to water, he needs to have low treatment on him.... oh the list goes on and on. Then there is all the supplies I need to get ready for his classrooms that he will be in. I will need to talk to the nurse, the AP, teacher, principal or whoever. So much to do, so little time (well 6 months seems like little time to me).
How did he grow up so fast? Can't they stay little forever? I can't even imagine what's going to happen to me when he becomes a teenager and thinks he doesn't need his helicopter mom anymore. Guess I will save that stress for another day... I mean he's not even 5 yet.
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