The kids have been back to school for a week now, and they seem like old pros. Davis and Tess have handled the change much better than I have. Being the parent and the student are two totally different ball games.
One of us is worried about who they are going to sit next to and what time lunch is. The other person is worried about them getting teased, feeling comfortable, and the cirrculum of a new state. I couldn't sleep very well the night before school started. I might have even cried for a really long time.
These two did AWESOME. We live outside of town, so our kids go to the country school. One benefit of the country school is a school bus. The bus picks them up, and drops them off at the end of our driveway. What? This is wonderful. After being a solo driver for the last three years to our old Charter school, the bus is a welcomed relief. Davis wasn't so sure about it, but has decided he likes it.
Oh, did I mention the bus driver stopped by a week before school started to meet us and introduce himself? Yeah, he did. His name is AJ and I want him to be my Grandpa.
This old man, Davis, is in a class of 13 kids. Two of which are girls. He didn't want to let go of the uniform. So, many of his days are spent in khaki shorts, tennies and t-shirts. Davis was so excited to meet other kids that had similar interests like Harry Potter, Star Wars, and Mine Craft. This move has been hardest on him.
Tess is in a class of 11 kids, only one is a boy. I'm sure the chatter in that classroom is unreal. Tess has always been quick to make friends, and this move has been pretty easy for her. No uniform, no problem. Lunches on the other hand... So and so had chocolate milk, and a dessert. Thanks a lot random mother. Now I already have to step up my lunch making game!
Things were going really smoothly with everyone happy and excited. That is until yesterday we hit a hiccup. I love being able to wait on the porch for the kids to be dropped off in the afternoon.
The bus passes our house and drops several kids off at a daycare down the street. Yesterday, one of the girls from Tess' class that rides the bus, and goes to the day care decided to be a bully. This girl and another decided to tease Tess and tell her that her mom, ME, was mean. First off, what a lame insult, and second it just plain isn't true. Tess and Davis were very offended and started crying as the bus pulled away.
My heart sank. Didn't this other girl know we are adjusting to a new life here in the prarie? Didn't she know if you don't have anything nice to say then she should shut her trap? Did she forget she met me last week, and came to play at my house!
Tess, Davis and I had a big group hug. I told them how much I loved them, and not to worry about what other kids say. We have each other, and everything will be okay. Davis demanded that Tess never play with that girl, and Tess decided she hates it here. Over a chocolate covered donut emotions were calmed and everything was fine.
I'm just glad my kids didn't agree with the girl. Of course I'm not mean! Unless you count bedtime.
