Nadine shared with me a post from a mom who was mourning her son’s school year – in what would have been his very first school year. And it got me thinking, because, you know, this is Sheffield’s first year in school.
Going to school, going to kindergarten, is a big life moment, and even though he will “get” to go to school, it won’t be the same. He will attend school Mondays and Thursdays, and be in e-learning the rest of the days of the week. He will have to wear a mask the entire time he’s at school – there will be dividers in-between the student’s desks.
There is no back-to-school shopping, no getting to go to school with him and meet his teachers and walk his new halls with him. There’s not even that fun school supplies shopping where he can pick out his pencil box and crayons, since we’re trying to limit his exposure to the grocery stores and Targets of the world. I think it will really hit when we drop him off for his first day of school, and we won’t get to go in with him.
We have no idea what we are walking into this year – he is ready for school, so it was never in the plans to hold him back a year. And even if we did that, there is no guarantee that next year everything would be “back to normal.”
I know that this is just one story among the millions – there are kids who aren’t getting a normal senior year, or able to play the sports that they’ve trained so hard for, and kids who aren’t getting the true college experience. And I know I’m mourning the rite of passage more than he is – kids are resilient, and he will be fine. We will do everything we can to make it as normal as possible.
(the picture above was from earlier in this week where he dressed up specifically in his cape and mask just to come say good morning to me – then promptly ran back to his bat cave)