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Sandbox Adventure List 18: Kindergarten

19 Aug

I never have trouble sleeping.

Ever.

But last night … last night was Kindergarten Eve and it was a rough one. Not so much because my son was tossing or turning, he wasn’t. Not so much because he was worried and stressed out, he wasn’t.

It was me. I was the problem.

I was anxious and feeling uneasy. I was having an attack of the neurotic mom syndrome. I had worries. At first it was little things, like waking up late and then having him be late for school, or getting toothpaste on his first-day-of-school shirt. Then it got to the point where I worried about the teacher sitting him next to the kid who ate crayons, no offense to the kid who ate crayons. I worried about jackass kid bullies. I know that as a mom I shouldn’t say jackass kids, but I know you know what I’m talking about. You’ve seen them out there wreaking havoc on weary moms and deans of discipline. The kind of kids that need a scared-straight moment. I worried about bathroom breaks. I worried he wouldn’t make it to the bathroom in time and he’d be the kid who peed in his pants on the first day of kindergarten, marking him for the rest of his elementary school life. Yeah … that was me late at night.

The 6:15 a.m. wake-up alarm was rough. But I managed to survive the morning rush and got to school in plenty of time to avoid the crazy mom minivan-SUV traffic jam. And the fact that I found parking and didn’t have to walk five blocks to the entrance … dude … I think that’s what flipped the switch and I remembered to breathe. The early morning seemed peaceful enough to ease my anxiety and be fully present for the first-day-of-kindergarten-you’re-going-to-do-great speech.  And it was …

 

The morning awaited us ...

The morning awaited us …

 

Wearing his Batman backpack he felt brave and walked toward the doors.

Wearing his Batman backpack he felt brave and walked toward the doors.

 

Waiting eagerly to walk through the doors and begin his first day.

Waiting eagerly to walk through the doors and begin his first day.

 

His sister was a little sad to see him go. She waited for a long time before walking back to the car.

His sister was a little sad to see him go. She waited for a long time before walking back to the car.

 

Dropping him off was tough, but picking him up was awesome ... for all us. His sister saw him and shrieked out his name.

Dropping him off was tough, but picking him up was awesome … for all us. His sister saw him and shrieked out his name … just as loud as Rocky screamed out Aaaaadriennnnnnnnnnne!

 

I was happy to see him smile when he saw me, happy to hear about his day, happy to hear that he got a "peacekeeper" badge for being well-behaved, and happy that the first day of kindergarten went better than expected.

I was happy to see him smile when he saw me, happy to hear about his day, happy to hear that he got a “peacekeeper” badge for being well-behaved, and happy that the first day of kindergarten went better than expected. I was happy, I was relieved.

 

 

Whitney Houston and Marvin

12 Feb

Everyone has their favorite moments and most of them are attached to songs. You hear certain tunes and they’re like time machines, sending you back to Trapper Keepers, Maybelline blue eye-liner No. 5, and massive amounts of Aquanet hairspray…the one in the pink and silver can. So when I heard of Whitney Houston’s passing the first thing that came to mind other than complete shock and sadness was Marvin. 

How Will I Know

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Just like any kid growing up, you have your elementary school crushes where you or they send you a note saying: Do you like me? Followed by two boxes and instructions: check yes or no. Marvin happened to be one of my early childhood crushes and many notes were passed. I was definitely checking that “yes” box.

The popular love song at the time happened to be Whitney’s “How Will I Know…” and I swore that was me. I still remember that video … the big bow in her hair, the  colorful background, and those crazy 80s back-up dancers. That song rocked when I was young, and I perfected those dance moves.

Apparently when I was caught singing it in the shower my cousins knew something was up and I was forced to spill the beans otherwise they’d say something to my parents and the ever so popular Chancla would definitely make a special appearance.

So I gave details. He was cute and he had a nice smile. I told them about hanging out during recess and how he wore mostly jeans to school. I think they were Sergio Valentes, maybe Levis. So Marvin was not Marvin anymore. He was “Ooooooooo…Marviooola.” And when Whitney’s song came out they sang on key. And the teasing was endless…that is until the next heart-throb came along…he was a different song…different can of hairspray.

But as I hear Whitney’s greatest hits on the radio and a montage of her life’s work. I think of Marvin and my crazy cousins.  All and all nothing came of that little romance. We went to the same junior high and high school and became hi-and-bye friends in the hallways during passing periods.

But now anytime I hear Whitney’s “How Will I Know…” I remember Trapper Keepers, Aquanet, Maybelline blue eyeliner No. 5 and Marvin. Normally I would wonder how he’s doing but the invention of Facebook informs me that he’s doing well and living out of state.