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First day of school

My baby went to kindergarten today. What a bittersweet moment. Has it been 5 years already? A part of me wanted to be sad and hold onto him but he was so excited about going that I had to be excited too. He wanted to ride the bus and I agreed, but the bus driver forgot to come by so I was able to take him to school. He had a wonderful day. His teachers are great. I can't believe all the things he is going to learn this year. A lot of people have asked me if I was ok with him starting school. I am. The starting school part is no big deal. It's starting it with DMD that's hard. There are just so many things to think about - so many bases to cover. I hope I don't let him down - let something slip through the cracks.

He rode the bus home. I'm so proud of him.

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Comment by Lauren M Fritz on September 3, 2008 at 2:55am: Hi Lisa,
I am with you. My son Jake started kindergarden this fall too. I almost didn't make through the parent orientation. I kpet thinking, "this is just too much to deal with all at once." We were just diagnosed this summer. Then I started to listen to all of the anxious moms around me, and realized that this is just one of those anxiety ridden times for all parents - DMD or not. I thought to myself that I could probably handle this because I didn't sound as crazy as some of them! Your son and mine want to live these lives - I think the best we can do is cheer them on, and give them tight, tight hugs. Hoping school stays as wonderous for our boys as it is now. With care, Lauren

Comment by Sharyn Thompson on August 28, 2008 at 4:05am: Lisa, thank you so much for writing this blog. We are in the process of organising our move to London, and part of that will be finding a "big school" for James as they go to school at 4 years over there. I am so scared of my little boy going to school, scared that kids will tease him, scared that he is going to realise he is "different", scared that he will try to hard and hurt himself. If I had my way, I would wrap him up in cotton wool and hold on to him with all my might, for the rest of my life, but I know I can't. I know I have to let him go. Like the blog about "Finding Nemo", I just have to let my little boy swim, and keep on swimming.

As for riding the bus home, I can just see his face now. I don't know why this makes me cry so much, I would love to see that look on James's face. It's just hard accepting that he is growing up, and way too fast!

I hope tomorrow is a wonderful day for him, and the day after, and the day after that. I hope he grows up to have great memories of school and love learning.

Thanks so much for sharing.

Sharyn.