Tomorrow is the first day of Kindergarten and I am feeling mildly stressed about the start of a new school year and all that it entails. The care-free days of summer are over.
I am not feeling overly emotional about Brady starting Kindergarten. He has been driving me pretty nuts lately and it will be good for him to be occupied and challenged every day. I am not feeling stressed about him entering school with his peanut and egg allergy. Well, I am a little stressed. It is a worry that is always going to be there, no matter how old he is, and I have learned to accept that.
I am feeling stressed because I now have to send a lunch and TWO snacks every single day. I am not used to thinking about what he eats during the day. Up until now, my sister-in-law fed him lunch and snacks every day. I would bring some food at the beginning of the week, but I never had to prepare lunches and snacks ahead of time.
It does not help that Brady is a picky eater. I have never fought him on it, but instead, have allowed him to make his own food choices, so long as he eats a balanced diet. So the list of possible lunch/snack foods are: macaroni and cheese, spaghettios, Lunchables (yuck), cheese and crackers, cooked broccoli/peas/carrots, apples, pears, applesauce, string cheese, yogurt. Oh, and cous cous (which is what he will have tomorrow with some broccoli.) How am I going to make 5 lunches and 10 snacks per week out of that? He is going to end up eating the same thing every day, which is I guess what he does now, but now OTHER people are going to know that he eats the same thing every day.
I think that is what I am worried about, that his teacher is going to judge me based on the foods I provide him to eat. And why do I care what his teacher thinks about his diet? Because I do not want to be THAT parent; the parent that allowed her kid to get to the point that he will not eat chicken in any other form than a nugget. I did, though. I was/am a picky eater and I know what it feels like to try to gag down food that makes you ill just thinking about it, so I never pushed foods on Brady.
So here we are. I am THAT parent. I might as well embrace it.