This last week was Theory’s first week at kindergarten. Tara and I walked here down the street to the end of the block to the school. Flocks of kids with parents in tow, or alone on bikes, many with oversized backpacks slung too low, all converged on the school. Win wanted to come with but for some reason, it felt right for it to be a private experience for Theory with Tara and me. Of course, when it is Win’s turn to go, he will not be afforded the luxury of having all the attention of his parents – Theory will be in second grade and so we will all be headed there together.
In fact, it has felt like Theory has been getting a great deal of our attention these last couple of weeks. We moved her into Sagan’s room and Sagan is trying to sleep in Win’s bottom bunk. Win has moved up to Theory’s top bunk. Musical chairs.
We wanted Theory to feel like the move was special. Tara and I spend an obscene amount of time doing a DIY project to build a headboard covered in a fabric of Theory’s choosing. We bought here wall decals of bubbles. With her blue, silver and white color scheme, it looks cool and clean.
So with all the attention going to his sister, Win has been feeling a bit needs. Sagan too. Win still needs me to lie with him while he falls asleep – on the top bunk now; my back is killing me.
Kindergarten feels very different – the first institution that is invading our lives that we have minimal control over. The first time Theory will be in a larger environment where our influence is secondary and reactionary. Friends have warned that she will come home with exogenous ideas – infected, as it were, by mainstream culture.
So I am trepidations. But also excited.
And Theory has been SO excited. He has been just beaming that last few days.