With the shortening of the days and the back to school ads in the paper, I am prompted to remember my experience sending my first child off to that first day of school.
I wanted it to be perfect. We shopped for the “right” lunchbox ( in those distant times it was Batman); his clothes were the “cool” kind; we knew the location of the bus stop. Still, I had a lump in my throat when I handed him, my firstborn, over to the big wide world. For the first time, he was going off somewhere without me, his Mom.
I wanted it to be perfect. But, what if he had had celiac disease? How much more the anxiety! It would have meant meetings with the school staff and cafeteria personnel ahead of time. Would they really take my concerns seriously or just think I was overprotective? Would his teacher remember the cautions for birthday parties? Would the art teacher remember not to give him Play Doh or macaroni to string? Would my child simply rebel against these restrictions?
Life is never perfect. That very first day away from us is an anxiety provoking event for any parent. So much more when a child has special needs. We can only take all the reasonable precautions and hope for the best. There are bound to be a few glitches along the way. Somehow though, our child will grow up in a less than perfect world and go on to be a happy functioning adult. We have given them roots and now they simply have to fly.