The countdown to school is in full force. My heart lurches a bit as I begin to embrace the reality that Noelle AND Maximilian will be gone from 8am to 4pm five days a week for the next nine months. So much good awaits them, especially Max’s first foray into the next thirteen years of public schools, and beyond. There’s a place inside that I hold onto apprehension, fear, and the unknown about what my children will face this school year. And I suspect I will feel this way with each new school year, but it doesn’t stop the feelings from starting around the beginning of August and growing with each week as the new year approaches.
I am truly going to miss Maximilian. Besides Thursday School we have been together for the past five and a half years, pretty much every day. He has a gift of making me smile and laugh with one simple eye brow raise, usually at a time when I need it most. His heart is so full of love and kindness, known to give the biggest hugs, randomly, just when I need it. He throws his blond head into my stomach and wraps his skinny arms around my midsection, squeezing. He usually mutters an, “I just really love you Mom.” and off he goes. The hugs are always special, and always appreciated. When I’m sitting down, he lumbers his long gangly legs and large feet over to me, climbs up next to me, and usually stares at me and says, “You are beautiful Mommy.” plants a kiss with his notoriously wet lips and goes on his way. Total melt of the heart. Every time.
Although from the beginning of his life, he has been a challenge, one that has kept me on my toes, and even made me question my parenting ways. Screaming fits and mega watt tantrums have been a big part of his toddler and preschool years, but have not defined them. His big heart and fierceness to love defines him. He will be missed.
I imagine the first day, when he walks past the driveway and onto the bus. Crossing over an invincible line of being my baby boy and into a little boy of School Age. My eyes begin to form tears at this mere thought. It will be easier for him, as he is familiar with the school and teachers, but still hard on this Mom. He is excited, talking about all the fun he will have on recess and in gym class. Noelle encourages his excitement and tells stories about the magical world of Kindergarten and all that is has to offer. Her year was emotionally tough, but his will be comfortable, a transition much easier on us all.
The back pack and lunch are ready. They have not been accumulating dust, as Max will bring them out and wear them around the house, talking about school and admiring the snake design and embroidered name on each one. I have watched him on multiple occasions taking his fingers and tracing his name (unfortunately, Maximilian did not fit the 9 character maximum) talking to himself about school and how much fun it will be. He is usually interrupted quickly by someone, but for a few moments I see a boy who has grown leaps and bounds this past year. A boy who is ready to expand his mind and flourish in school. A boy who is ready to ready to put a tear in the Mother Tether and forge ahead, independent and strong.
That tether is not broken, and will never be, but I envision it more like a rubber band, stretching with the growth that is life. Reaching farther and farther away from me. I cry silently at this, but quickly must wipe my tears and encourage the stretching. That band can be brought back to me in times of need and times of discipline, reigning in the adventurous spirit of a little boy on his way to find more trouble. I will have that power, but know I can never abuse it and bring him completely back in. It’s time for him to start the slow stretch of becoming his own. I’m here to help him learn valuable lessons and find himself. He will never be dependant fully upon me again. I am struggling with this, praying for guidance and wisdom as the man struggles of parenting will come over the years. But for now, for now I will let the Mother Tether stretch just a little bit farther as Max enter Kindergarten and enters this new chapter of being a full time student.
I will not be the only one adjusting to Max being gone. There are two other children in this house that will be in shock the first couple of weeks without their Big Brother around to pester, and more importantly, guide them. Violette and Max are a scant 14 months apart. They have had their fair share of daily squabbles that are usually shadowed by the camaraderie that can been seen on many occasions. They bicker for a few minutes, then dive into dramatic play together. Max has helped her learn to climb counters, shoot his little bow, throw a ball properly, toss a Frisbee, do tricks on the trampoline, pour milk/water, and countless other things. He’s always there for her in times of need and encouraging during her struggles.
We have a little brother in the house that looks up and admires Max more than I can write about. Maximilian is there to facilitate imaginative play between him and Zane. They wrestle and I see the compassion on Max’s face as he gently guides Zane and restrains his strength and let’s Zane overpower him. Sometimes I have to remind him to not be so rough, but the majority of their wrestle sessions are big brother guiding little brother. Zane can frequently be heard roaming the house asking, begging, for Max to play with him, dress in costumes and run around the house shooting at each other. Sometimes Max just doesn’t want to and Zane will breakdown, weeping and clearly devastated at the fact his idol doesn't want to play with him. Oh, he’s going to waiting for that 4pm bus to come by and drop Max off, excitement will be plastered on his little face!
It’s time. He’s ready. We have many more years ahead of us, under one roof. I am enveloping his new journey, encouraging the spark of excitement and putting the nervous butterflies at ease. As he crosses our driveway into the world of School, I vow that no matter how hard my heart aches, I will save my tears for privacy. I promise listen intently to each story he wants to share about his day, but not to pry if he’s not ready to discuss things. I vow to kiss and hug him each morning before he leaves, and squeeze him even more when he returns. I will encourage his growth, but promise not to push too hard if he’s not ready. I pledge to be understanding if he ends up in a bit of trouble at school, as boys will be boys. Any trouble (they use a clip system, move it up for good behavior and down for unacceptable behavior) he gets into will be an opportunity for a life lesson and it shall not be wasted. And finally, I vow not to compare Maximilian to Noelle and her academic level at the same age. They are two very different children and both have their strengths and weaknesses. I will love and celebrate him for who he is not how he stacks up to siblings or even other students.
Good luck my dear boy! Let your spirit take off and soar during this year of Kindergarten!