Back-to-School-itis

First, let me say that I know you know I know, or rather I HOPE you know I know you know I know that it will be okay.  Meaning, I know my child will be okay, particularly since despite my vigilant attentiveness to  any signs of back-to-school-itis, he seems to have none.  Like, none.

I, on the other hand, woke up yesterday with major upset stomach as well as piercing back pain that I immediately attributed to several reasonable external sources — leftover chinese food, carrying heavy furniture, a bug, tennis, full moon, feminine issues, and more — before conclusively diagnosing, today, as ... duh, physical manifestations of my own intense anxiety that can be traced to going back to school.  

And I know, I know, it’s my son not me who’s going back to school but it’s a change from long lazy summer days.  And I will miss him, miss Summer Break, even though I’ve been saying I miss school since we finished school three months ago.  And I will be nervous about meeting new parents and new teachers with new rules and new expectations.  Even as I know that we will get through second grade, it will be doable, I will get that pencil sharpener with built-in shavings catcher in time.

And yes, again this year, my child does not want to get new clothes to help me deal with my anxiety that he make a good first impression, or that he be prepared.  He says he likes his array of ripped and/or stained and/or too small and/or un-chic t’s and shorts.  He says he is looking forward to seeing his friends.  He says he is ready.  I’m ready too.  I’m gonna keep going.

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