I bawled my eyes out while handing in Chunky’s Junior Kindergarten registration forms.
“Are you ready?” Shawn asked when the car came to a halt in the parking lot.
I looked down at my hands that had a firm hold on the forms I procrastinated to fill then gave Shawn a nod.
“I don’t want to go in there!” Chunky shouted from the backseat.
“But it’ll be so much fun,” Shawn reassured him.
He huffed as his feet hit the wet pavement and Shawn grabbed his hand tightly.
I just stood there watching them walk to the big blue doors that held a new world for Chunky.
My little shadow.
Is growing up.
And I am not ready.
We were greeted by a friendly secretary with strikingly red lips. Mrs. K.
“And who is this handsome boy?” she said to Chunky.
Chunky immediately turned his face towards his feet.
“It’s ok,” she said, “Sometimes I get nervous too when I’m in a new place. What is your name?”
“Chunky”…he actually used his real name…in a quiet voice.
“Do you want to go and see your classroom?”
“Do you guys have firetrucks here?” he asked
“Of course we do!” said a voice from around the corner.
The principal came from out of her office and introduced herself. She then asked if she could take him to his class…without us.
I watched as Chunky grabbed her hand.
He looked back briefly to make sure that Shawn and I were still there and walked away from us.
I started to cry.
Mrs. K passed me tissues while Shawn laughed at me.
I don’t really remember what was said after that.
Sign here. Sign here. Sign here.
Then Shawn had asked what days Chunky will be attending.
“All of them. We are all day every day. It’s something our city is incorporating. So he’ll be here every day with us.”
My tears turned into heavy sobs.
People, I was a fucking wreck.
We expected that he would only be going every other day.
“It’s ok babe. He’ll be ok. Heck it doesn’t matter to me since I work every day. Hey maybe you could get a job in September?”
A few minutes had passed and Chunky reappeared with the principal.
“Does he go to daycare?” she asked.
“Well he just took off into the class and fit right in with the other students. I’m so amazed. Most kids are really scared. I think he’s going to be just fine.”
“Mom, there were firetrucks and dump trucks and a girl was crying. And I said I to the kids!”
“That’s wonderful Chunky!” Shawn exlaimed.
I tried to hide my face behind the booklet we received but I’m sure that he could hear my sniffles.
“Are you sad? Don’t be sad. It’s ok Momma. I like school. I’m not scared. I have fun here.” Chunky reassured me.
I know that he’ll be just fine. He is amazing and smart and well, he’s THE Chunky Monkey.
I am so very blessed that Chunky is healthy and is able to go to school. I’m just not ready to let him go and grow up.
On the way home, Chunky kept telling me to be happy and that it is ok.
While Shawn said:
“Jesus babe. This was just registration. Just think of how sad you’ll be in September.”
Were you emotional when you signed your child up for school?
Does your child go to JK or SK full day every day? And how did they adjust?
Does it get easier watching them grow?
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