I’ve been sort of avoiding worrying about my guys starting school tomorrow. And by “my guys,” I mostly mean Jack. I’m sure we’ll have some bumps with Sam, but I’m not too worried.
I’m scared shitless about Jack.
Today was their school’s open house. All the kids found out who their teachers are and visited their classrooms. Everyone was so nice. Both Sam and Jack’s teachers are so adorable it almost hurts, and Jack’s support team came by to introduce themselves and to ask how they can best help him.
Jack did great, although he got a little overwhelmed after being dragged around the chaotic school for a couple hours. And he panicked a little bit when he thought I was leaving him.
But he says he’s excited for tomorrow. And he explored his classroom and knows his teacher’s name, and knows what bus he’s supposed to come home on.
And his support team knows he’s sneaky and a wanderer. I made sure to tell them that because I don’t want to find the kid wandering around on the main street as I drive by.
I packed their backpacks and lunches tonight. I’ve never done this before, but I wrote cheesy notes and put them on sticky notes in their lunch boxes.
Tomorrow morning we’ll all get in the car and drive the mile and a half to school. I’ll help Jack to his line-up area and Alex will walk Sam and his giant bags of school supplies to his line-up area. I’ll take photos and watch Jack and Sam disappear into the school year.
And then I’ll go home and wait. My heart will be vulnerable.
And I’ll hope that when the bus comes at 3:30, that both Sam and Jack will be on it. And that they’ll be happy. And that they’ll want to go back for 179 more days.