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I keep hearing bad things about the chicken pox vaccine. (Maybe that’s just because you tend to remember only the bad news you hear.) My youngest is 10, so we’re beyond the point of worrying about it (besides, all 3 of mine had it naturally), but personally, I would wait until the last minute before getting your kids vaccinated, just in case the scientists come up with yet another “Oh, wait a minute, we used to think–but NOW we know…” type of thing.
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Sweetie, your daughter is going to have a BLAST. Don’t worry about her, she’ll be fine. But if you insist on having something to worry about, um, okay, how’s this: worry about the fact that there’s grass instead of shredded bark or sand under the play equipment. There, now you can fulfill your function as a Mother. Worry buzz rising…
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I’m with Dave–geez, you think pre-school is traumatic, wait until the first time you intercept an appraising glance from a stranger in a 7-11 parking lot, and what he’s looking at is YOUR DAUGHTER’S tits. Where’s my gun, Pa?
What to expect? Expect her to be totally exhausted when she comes home. She won’t be the “lie down and go to sleep” tired, she’ll be the “too tired to sleep” kind of tired. Don’t plan any activities for after-school–she’ll need quiet time at home to putter around, rest and recharge her mental batteries, get re-oriented, assimilate the info. You get the idea.
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Dave, I’ve come to the conclusion that all you can do is keep 'em locked up until they’re 25, and then you just gotta let 'em go. sigh
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Personal Message to Lnix:
Stop and think what it is exactly you’re worried about.
2. He might get lost in the shuffle.
3. The other kids might not like him.
Or is it:
- He’s the only one you’ll ever have, he might get kidnapped and you’d never see him again.
You need to sit down and take a major chill pill, babe.
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Kids never get “lost in the shuffle”. Within the first week, even the shyest, most withdrawn kid finds a niche.
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So what? As he goes through life, he’s going to encounter people who don’t like him. The earlier he starts to learn this, the better. And much, much better for him to learn it now, than wait until Kindergarten.
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We all live with this worry. You’ll just have to find a way to deal with it. Teach him about “strong kids, safe kids”–see the children’s librarian for books (and videos) if you don’t know how it goes. Get a family secret password, for dropoffs and pickups.
Going off to school for the first time is a learning experience for both of you. You both need to learn how to cut the apron strings, because in the years to come, there are gonna be lots and lots of this kind of parting. First day at Kindergarten, first time to ride the bus to middle school, first day in high school, first time to drive the family car to high school, leaving for college, getting married, going backpacking around Europe for the summer…
Parenting means protecting, but it also means letting go.
End of sermon.
Amthystre, serious (hopefully) useful advice: get a puppy. I was going crazy, once, because it wasn’t time yet to “make a baby”, and a puppy filled in the blanks perfectly. And yes, we did keep the dog after we eventually had the baby.
FairyChat: She’s also going to be totally exhausted when she comes home. Don’t be surprised by irrational outbursts, it’s just the psychic exhaustion. Ninth grade is horrible, just the pits, but by Christmas she’ll be feeling better about it. The blue hair and piercings are the least of your worries–the biggest thing is the sudden lack of teacher’s direct supervision, by which I mean, teachers who give assignments at the beginning of the semester and expect the kids to remember on their own that they have a report due in October. In middle school, the teachers always hover (“today you have to turn in your index cards, next week, turn in the rough draft…”); in high school, they don’t, and we’ve found (the hard way) that that sudden freedom can sometimes be disorienting.