Rex started kindergarten. I was surprised by my reaction. Felt fine. Till we crossed the threshold of the campus that was filled the chaos and crowds of Kuala Lumpur right before the Japanese approached. Then I wanted to cry. Sob. My tough boy was gripping my hand as I said my hellos. I kept indicating without words how I felt so as not to upset Rex. ( Finger from corner of eye down, tear).
At one point a nice mom spoke to me about something unrelated. I nodded politely, but she might as well have had burning hair on her head as I couldn’t make out what she said. “I’m in CRISIS right now” I thought.
The last few days he had been saying “I want to stay in pre school.” I can’t say the truth. I do too. You are right. It’s all down hill from here. Until you get your drivers license and feel someone up sexually.
I was squeezing the last bit of summer I could out of this truncated season. I do not believe it is right that children begin school before Congress is back in session. Totally messed up. So, now that Labor day is no longer sacred we traveled till the 11th hour. We spent the last 10 days glamping it through California. A family reunion with American and Dutch family was like a dream commune existence, but with continental breakfast. Kids jumped out of bed to safely play with extended cousins while we slept in and leisurely made some coffee before we hiked, swam, drank beer.
Off to my family’s annual pilgrimage to Yosemite. I love it so.
That $600 in swim lessons paid off. First summer with out a float vest.
Side bar, one interesting thing I noticed in Yosemite this year.. no, not low water, brown grass and over priced bland food, I expected that, but there were so many foreigners. I don’t mean to sound Archie Bunker, and I know it’s a world wide destination, but there were more Europeans there than any year I can remember. I offered to take photos for so many German tourists I was afraid the French and British visitors would brand me as a collaborator. Later when we were at the Lodge in the valley a French woman was complaining to the hostess at the Mountain Room Broiler ( they call it grill, but whatever it was called in 1978 is what I call it) Oh, I’m from Culver City and I know it’s not great. If you were from France, oy! I had to interject. “It’s not good, no where around here is going to be good.” The hostess smiled, while French lady looked unbelieving. I found her husband outside, “I just talked to your wife. Tell her we all know the food is not very good in the park.” Blank face. I should have just offered to take their picture.
Rex loves the cafeteria there. He calls it the “Room with all the food.” Me:” the cafeteria?” ie, that dump? “Yes, mommy I love it!”
Rex ran naked through the fields and woods. I brought my wine, so it was all good to me. I got no cell reception–yippiee! That’s living.
One day we went to the pioneer village and watched a Blacksmith work. I have rarely seen my kids so fascinated and focused on the 3 dimensional world. I didn’t prattle on about my love of Laura Ingalls Wilder, just in my inner voice.When I take the winding road in or out of Yosemite I marvel at the people of yore who came there on horseback and coach. 10 minutes in a stage coach and I needed a kidney transplant. How did they do it? When we left I offered to take my kids to the Mariposa Grove to see the big redwoods. Rex has been talking about big trees for two years since we went through a deep forest near the Oregon border. “NO” They screamed. They were worn out.
45 minutes later. “You guys let’s say we get lunch in Fresno and go back to school shopping.” The back seat cheered. I cheered to be in a smaller scale city with a Macy’s I could practically park in front of the door, everything was on sale and they called me ma’m. Big city living can be tasking, nice to be in a medium market.
So, we are the brink of day 2 of Kinder. “How was it Rex?”
“Horrible and sort of awesome.” I told Mark that Rex said he is afraid of not having friends. Mark looked up, ” I’m still worried about that.” I think that’s why it does choke me up. We all feel uneasy going into a new space, new people, but as we age we learn to shove the feelings down, or mask them. But, we know our little ones are still open, vulnerable. Will he be ok? Probably. But, it’s also the beginning of me not being able to fix things in his life. The separating. My heart breaks a little. Wish we could get back on the road where I feel somewhat in control.