School

My twins started kindergarten this week.  It hasn't been the easiest change for me.  They got into this school, the one we had hoped.  Still, it was a difficult day for me to put my kids on the bus.  I think it's all the changes involved with going to school, to a real school.  There is so much out of my control. And it means that they are growing up.  It's bittersweet, for me.

The good news is, they appear to be doing just fine and are enjoying themselves.  Some bumps, but everything is going smoothly.  At some point, I might write about why we decided to put them in separate classrooms.  Evidently with twins, there are different theories.  Some people believe in separating twins, others do not (or wait until later in school).

What I realized was that *I* rode the bus to school, to kindergarten back in the day.  I don't remember that being particularly traumatic for me.  It may have been difficult for my mom.  She said that when I went to college, that was more difficult (for her), that she remembers. 

<--This is me on my first day of school.  Note my name and address pinned to the front of my dress.

I loved kindergarten.  I loved going to school, meeting new people and learning new things.  I liked school throughout the years.  I'm trying to remember my excitement  and give both my kids the space to feel however they would like.