So, I know I was really looking forward to Big Kid attending a school that did more projects and field trips and activities outside of the public school norm.
But now that he's leaving for an overnight school trip to St. Augustine tomorrow, I hate this idea very much. Very, very much.
Mr. Ashley and I were not chosen as chaperones. I'm trying not to take it personally but I have a feeling that maybe I should take it personally. But Mr. Ashley hasn't even been a jerk there yet at all, so he should have been able to go, they even said they needed male chaperones and I suspect they are prejudiced against him because he married someone that might have accidentally been annoying a few times.
Or maybe they didn't choose us because they like me the most and we all know chaperoning is going to suck. Can you imagine the bus ride? It's like 3 days! Or 5 hours! Same thing on a bus full of 4th and 5th graders. While I'm fairly certain me being too nice and too fun probably isn't the reason I wasn't picked, I'm glad to have it on the list.
"Big Kid? I'm sure these people are nice and normal and all of that--but I don't really know them. Therefore, in my heart it feels like I'm sending my 10-year-old far away by himself and that is tricky. You have to watch out for yourself, don't assume anyone is watching you, you watch them! You do what you know is right at all times! Be respectful but don't be afraid to speak up for yourself! I am trusting you, the only reason you are going is because I trust you. Listen to them, but trust yourself, and do not get separated from your phone!" I urged him.
"Mom, I do know these people," he said. "So, yeah, I already know I need to watch myself, trust me."
Amusing but not so reassuring.
When he was in 3rd grade, I let him walk home from
the bus stop by himself. It was one of the scariest days of my life...and I hid in the bushes and followed
him the entire way. I honest to God want to do that tomorrow. The school
said parents were not allowed, Big Kid has emphatically said I can not
go and Mr. Ashley insists I should not go...but they don't own St.
Augustine, I can go there if I want.
I really thought that I was so cool back in October when I had no problem with this idea. See? I am excellent at not being a helicopter parent. I do not have special snowflakes for children.
But today I would hire a helicopter to deliver me and my special snowflake to a hotel of our choosing in St. Augustine if it was up to me.
It's probably good that it's not up to me.
This will be me in June, when my eighth grader boards a bus to DC with 143 other eighth graders. I'll be the loon running behind the bus yelling after her to not make eye contact with strangers, and texting her every eleven minutes to make sure she's not lonely, hungry, tired, anxious or being harassed or looked at inappropriately. When she a baby I never thought I'd say this, but it really was easier when your babies were on your hip every second and you always knew they were safe! Hope he's having a great time!
Yes. Yes to all of it.
My oldest just moved across the United States. It doesn't get any easier when they are 20.
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