We were invited to visit Finn’s TK class this morning. It was a chance to meet the teacher and let Finn familiarize himself with his new surroundings a little bit before jumping in feet first tomorrow. I’m really grateful that the principal reached out to me last week and invited us to head on over for a little warming up.
I’ve heard really great things about Finn’s new teacher, and when we went this morning, as soon as I saw her, she and I recognized each other. I knew she had been a teacher at the school where Finn receives speech therapy – and I never had any dealings with her there – but I hadn’t made the connection between her name and the fact that she’s actually a parent of children who attend the same school my other kids attend, and she’s been a teacher at that school in the past as well (I think she taught art or P.E. or something, and she also subbed at our school pretty regularly before securing a permanent, full-time teaching gig, I guess). She remembers Joey and the twins by name, though she hasn’t seen them for a few years, and that impressed me. She was very warm and welcoming to Finn this morning and spent quite a bit of time answering questions I had and trying to ease my obvious anxiety.
On the down side, Finn is in a pissy mood. He’s come down with a cold and is cranky. Excellent timing, right? When we arrived at the school, he was very whiny and clingy, to the point that he was refusing to walk and I had to carry him (while struggling with Scarlett’s stroller – and Scarlett is also out of sorts). The clinginess is not typical for him, so I’m dreading tomorrow when I actually have to say goodbye and leave him there. I’m bracing myself for a scene. He enjoyed exploring the classroom, but didn’t have a chance to interact with any of the kids, as they were going out to recess when we arrived, and I didn’t want to take Finn to the playground because I never would have been able to drag him away from it.
I’m scared shitless, people. I think in time, Finn will get into a groove and thrive there, but I’m anticipating a rocky start. I know I was running at the mouth a little bit this morning, giving way too many disclaimers. I worry about so fucking much. The potty. His running off. His peers and teachers having difficulty understanding him. His vulnerability and inability to report to us if someone harms him. I don’t think I will be resting easy for a while.