Kindergarten Jitters

We have a nervous girl in our house. My oldest, Olivia, is on the precipice of pre school graduation, and is thoroughly excited to be a Kindergartener this fall. Yes, that would make me the nervous girl. I’m generally fearless in life, with the obvious exception of icky bugs, so these nerves are a new feeling for me.

Olivia turns five just days before school starts, making her a bit on the younger side, and I guess I’m letting that affect what I know, which is, she is totally ready. We had her last parent teacher conference tonight where we were assured she is socially, academically, mentally, thoroughly, ready.

Celebrating the end of the school year with gusto!


We even went to ‘Family Night’ at Moose Hill a couple weeks ago, which was a smashing success. I loved how all the teachers opened up their classrooms and allowed the Kindergarteners-to-be and their tag-along siblings all access. Hayden got lost pretty quickly in the buckets of cars and old fashioned telephones (the ones with the curly cords that really shouldn’t be called old-fashioned because I distinctly remember twirling my finger around the cord and sometimes my hair, talking to my BFFs, like, yesterday*.)

*Its possible this was 20 years ago.

We even got ourselves a bright green Moose Hill t-shirt, and an adorable Moose keychain, donning a bright green t-shirt. Olivia really appreciated the use of a Moose for Moose Hill. I think the fact that the Moose was wearing a Moose Hill T-shirt may have made her brain explode (in the best way).

We are ready. Right?

Olivia here, clearly demonstrating her maturity level is certainly Kindergarten ready

I have always approached each new milestone for my young kids as a blessing, with hardly any bitterness in the bitter-sweetness of it all. I bid a fond farewell to so many stages: diapers, the crib, the pacifier, the onesies. I was very ready to leave the grunting-gesture phase when they are too lazy to learn to talk. And I especially enjoyed saying goodbye to our middle-of-the night meals, where I supplied the nutritious food and delightful company, and Olivia, (and later Hayden), thoughtfully provided the full diapers and demanding bellies. Beautiful memories, but ones I was ready to leave behind. And instead, I enjoyed the excitement of new adventures yet to come.

Again, very mature, clearly ready…


Perhaps when your first-born hits this milestone, its okay to feel a little nervous, and a little apprehension. I am certainly not the first Mom to get the flutters over the big school bus coming to take her daughter away forever a couple hours. And while I may not shed tears on the first day of school (no promises), I will be the mom documenting, photo-by-photo, (and a video if I have time,) of her first big girl steps onto the big girl bus, heading to her first day of big girl Kindergarten.

 

 

 

Glass Half Spilled – Chapter 1

Glass Half Spilled – Chapter 1
January 5th 2017 | Cassie Gudek

This is the day I first caught Hayden on his [now daily] fact finding mission: what happens when I dump a full glass of water on the floor?

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Result? Well, some of us laughed (daddy) others scold (big sister) and still others grab their iPhone because they know it’s pretty cute when your toddler steals the bathroom footstool and makes himself a water on the rocks.
You see, Hayden’s glass is most always half full. Except, of course, when it’s on my floor.

So, some interesting combination of becoming a parent, gracefully exiting my 20s, and lots of self-indulgent soul searching has forced me to adopt a positive outlook on what others might consider a generally chaotic time in my life. There’s always a silver lining and I am pretty gifted in finding one for every dark cloud threatening to rain on my kids’ latest sidewalk chalk creation.

I’ve decided this phase of my life I’m finished stressing about the mess; instead I’ll live in it and soak it up. I’m done planning and worrying about the future; instead I’ll be living in the moment. And I’m most certainly done with endless comparisons on my parenting, my children, my decisions, and my marriage. I’m seeing life through new eyes, and I’m pretty damn proud of it all.

Glass Half Spilled is failing to be the perfect parent, the perfect wife, the perfect person. And instead, living in the MESS. And not missing a second of it. It’s an honest look at the hard parts, and being present for the good stuff. It’s absurd situations we parent ourselves into. Join me on this adventure, its basically a very lovely family dinner out; we’ll appreciate the humor of total disaster, and thank God it wasn’t our kids… this time.