Rant against lice, or How I know I'm Strong
Far be it from me to disabuse people of the tears they shed on the first full-day of Kindergarten. As I exited my children's elementary school today, coincidentally with numerous parents of five and six year olds (and a tiny number of "young fives" who have until Sept. 30 to stop being four), several friends of mine looked anxious, with that expression that makes you ask, "Are you okay????"
To which every single one of them (in truth, three) replied, "Oh, yeah. It's the first day of Kindergarten."
For more on the effect of that first day, whether it's your first child (my friend from social work school, Heather) or your fourth (the Cleveland Clinic doc I see for my breast MRIs), read Chas Rich's ode to the event here:
I'm not known for raining on people's parades even if I can always come up with a good, apposite story for why something others see as ducky isn't really ducky.
But, now that I know firsthand where the word "nitpicky" comes from, all bets are off when it comes to putting an arm around those parents. What would do them far more good than comfort is a dose of reality akin to what I've experienced during this first full week of school:
Forget about that glowy, "Ooooo - Kindergarten. They're all so cute." I have seen the nits and they are us - ON us that is. And there isn't one cute thing about them.
The rest of this entry is cross-posted here:
[And I hope I did this teaser/cross-posting right!! Thanks for any tips for the future.]