Good morning!

We are over here, trying to figure out a new normal for us. I had a meeting until 4:20 yesterday, so didn’t end up picking Ishu ’til 4:30. And then we wanted to go to to the park for a little bit. Ankur met us there and then on the walk back home, I was like, “WHAT DO WE DO NOW? DO WE BATHE HIM OR EAT DINNER FIRST OR WHAT DO WE DO?”

He reminded me to relax and that it was only Day 2 and it might take weeks to figure out our routine.

I just feel confused about how people set up routines for themselves, because I ain’t one of those people. I work around work and then try to fill the gaps in with the other things.

But this transition feels like a way to be more intentional about our time.

So I think I felt slightly panicked yesterday because I want to do it right. I don’t want to get stuck in a weird, flustered, never-gonna-get-my-head-on-straight norm.

But, again, it was only Day 2.

So, calm down, Divya.

Anyway, yesterday was harder. There were tears and some clinging. But I went in knowing that was likely going to happen and I think that helped. Realistic expectations.

But when I went to pick him up, he came running outside the door and said bye to his teacher and then kept staring in his classroom.

“Mama, can you come see my school?” he asked.

I told him that Mamas weren’t allowed in there right now but I can see it from the outside.

“No, I have to go do more school,” he responded.

So Imma take that as a good sign.

Drop-off may be hard again today. But I know he’s having a good day overall.

I so appreciate all the people who do this work. The people who communicate with families and reassure us that our hearts are doing just fine. It’s the hardest work ever. And I can’t quite convey to them how appreciative I am.

Last night, I was thinking of all the ways I want to shower my appreciation on his teachers. Is it weird to have them fill out a little questionnaire with all their favorite things so I can send them with him sporadically throughout the year?

I have known them for all of two days. And, yet, I love them for taking such good care of our little guy.

Ugh, I am emotional.

Now, we are off to drop him to school. We just got this accessory for the stroller because this mama is tired of fighting him to climb into the stroller when he hates being buckled in.

Now we’ve got a scootin’, skateboardin’, school-going kid.

What is this life.