mrs d plus 3 back to school anxiety for mums It’s only the second day of the new school year and I am sat at my desk with a hot cup of tea about to start my day of work.  The only thing I can hear is a lawn mower humming in the distance and the chatter from a pair of lorikeets sitting our balcony.  No one is calling for Mum.  You’d think I’d be jumping for joy, but instead I have a heavy lump firmly planted in the bottom on my stomach.

Anxiety is what it is.  Anxiety that I know has no place in my day today, but yet it is refusing to move.  I had it at exactly this time last year and the year before that so I know from experience that there is no reason for it to be there.  So why is it?

It’s a funny feeling.  For the last couple of weeks I have been ticking the days off a calendar for when today would arrive.  For this blissful child free day.  Yet all I want to do right now is drive back to school, fetch them and bring them home.  To destroy the peace.  Home to where I can look after them better.  Nobody, especially not any new teacher, knows my children like I do.

Lexi-Rose has just moved to ‘big’ room at her Kindy and instead of being her happy self this morning, she clung to me like Koala, screaming for me and her old teacher.  Now I know this is perfectly normal behaviour for toddlers when they’re confronted with change.  However, as I peeled her off my leg and dashed out the door before she could grab me again I felt that stone of anxiety sink to the pit of my stomach.  I walked to the car with the sound of “Come back Muuuuumyyyyyy” wafting through the air above me. Will her new teachers be as kind as the old ones were?  Will she be happy?  Will they understand what she wants? All these questions were swirling through my head as I drove home, pushing away the urge to turn around and go back to her.

Earlier this morning I dropped both Josh and Hollie at school.  Normally I would do a kiss and drop but with everything being so new, Hollie wanted me to come in with her.  So I did. We found her new Year 1 classroom and it just happens to be as far away from all the other Year 1 classrooms as possible.  Practically on the other side of the school.  Again, I felt that stone of worry set in.  Will she feel isolated from all her old friends.  Why are they so separated from the rest of year.  Selfishly, will I feel isolated from the other mums at pick up and drop offs. No more afternoon chats with my friends as they wait at the top of the school and I at the bottom. My head is telling me to stop being so ridiculous.  It’s early days still.  There must be a good reason for it.  She will be fine.  She’s a resilient little girl, of course she’ll be fine.

Josh’s new class is huge.  It has 32 students compared to last years 22.  That’s almost a 50% increase. Will he get enough attention from the teacher?  Will the teacher cope with such a large class?  A few more worries start join the anxiety gathering in my gut.  As for his new teacher, she has a reputation that is far bigger than her and it’s a bit scary.  Apparently she plays favourites…. what if she doesn’t like him? What if she doesn’t get him like I do?

After totally psyching myself out for all 5 hours of my precious child free time, and achieving very little work.  I set off to pick them all up.  I left early.  I stood outside the class room and waited anxiously for the bell to go.  I was ready to march in and state my concerns to both new teachers.  I didn’t want to be one of ‘those’ mothers, so I made sure I was cool, calm and collected (at least on appearance).

The bell rang.

Out they both ran.  Faces beaming with smiles.  How was it asked?  “Awesome! Great! Excellent!”

We drove off the Kindy to pick up Lexi-Rose.  I opened the classroom door.  She spotted me almost immediately and came flying across the room, arms wide open.  “How was your day cutie?”, I asked her.  “Happy!” she said.

And just like popping a balloon, the anxiety that had been building up in my stomach all day whooshed out.  Just as it had done last year too.

Do you get ‘first day of school’ anxiety?

Do you find yourself worrying more about your kids than they do?  I hope I’m not the only one.

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10 comments on “Back to school anxiety for Mums”

  1. You may well laugh at me, but now I actually recognise that as well as my kids having some anxiety with school starting, I too have an adjustment to make. I now make allowances for that and expect to be a bit unsettled. Mine revolves around the change to routine as our school has junior and upper and now my Prep aged son is at a completely different school to my older son, so settling into my routine takes time. Silly things like where is best to park! I give myself about 2 weeks to settle down!

    • Not laughing at all, I’m quite impressed actually. I only recognise it once it too late and panic has set it. I must admit I did get over it much quicker his year than year!! I love getting the routine back though, I thrive on routine x

    • Phew, glad it’s not just me then. Although I’m not sure I could cope with home schooling. Teachers are very special people xx

  2. Oh yes, I know the exact feeling you are talking about! My youngest daughter started prep today and there were some tears 🙁 I hated leaving her like that and had a cry myself once I left the classroom, luckily my husband was with me for support. My pregnancy hormones don’t help the situation either! I’m sure she’ll be fine, but all I want to do now is pick her up from school and make sure her day was ok.

    • Hahahah, oh yes – excitement here too. Once I realised how cool, calm and collected they were and how much I’m over reacted, the celebrations commenced!! Happy days xx

  3. Last year I had the closest thing to a panic attack that I’d ever had … it wasn’t worry about the kids, it was looking at the HUGE pile of things to do that had built up over the two months of school holidays.

    I had to really calm myself down and just start and work slowly through it, took about 3 weeks!!

    Very glad all your kids came back happy… I can see why you do worry, yours are stlll little, 32 in a class is far too many… and no-one does get them like you do.

    • YES that was panic attack number two for sure! In fact and I still trying to get over the mountain of backlogged worked I have collected over the summer!!

      We must get together for lunch soon. I’ll email you some dates xx

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