A Ray of Optimism as I Send My Youngest Off to Kindergarten

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It’s so easy to get swept up in the excitement of back-to-school time. Trust me, I know. When my son, Max, was about to start kindergarten, I was juggling a part-time job at a local non-profit while also managing my two little boys and our busy household. Despite all that chaos, I felt it was absolutely essential to find the “perfect” backpack for Max’s big debut into the world of education.

My journey began with trips to all the major stores in town: I visited specialty shops, sporting goods stores, and even toy retailers. When that didn’t yield results, I turned to online shopping—Lands’ End, L.L.Bean, Amazon. Ultimately, I settled on a cute, junior-sized, monogrammed backpack in a vibrant Caribbean blue. It was just right for Max.

I went through a similar search for the perfect lunchbox to fit inside the backpack and then the thermos to go with it. Don’t even get me started on the school supply list; that adventure required visits to five different office supply stores! I was adamant that Max had to have the correct quantities and specified brands, convinced that these details were essential for his kindergarten success.

I even picked out a special outfit for his first day and organized his wardrobe for the whole week in a fancy cubby system I had recently purchased. To top it off, I splurged on a pair of trendy sneakers, even though they cost a pretty penny and I knew he’d outgrow them soon. And yes, we even made a trip to the barber for a fresh haircut.

Fast forward three years, and my younger son, Eli, was ready to start kindergarten. By this time, I had mellowed out significantly. I realized that if I couldn’t find the exact 20-count Crayola box after a couple of stores, it wasn’t the end of the world if I sent him with the 24-count version. When Eli declared he didn’t want a haircut, I let it slide. To make up for my more relaxed approach, I volunteered in his classroom and signed up to chaperone field trips.

Outside of school, I was still the team parent for both boys’ soccer teams while also searching for a new job and training for a half-marathon. You get the picture.

Reflecting on those earlier days, I’m still puzzled as to why I thought finding the perfect backpack would make me a supermom. And honestly, I’m not sure why being a supermom mattered to me back then, but everything changed for me shortly after Eli started kindergarten.

Just two weeks into the school year, I—a non-smoker and someone who had always been considered healthy—was diagnosed with a rare form of lung cancer. I had lost my own mother to lung cancer just before Eli was born, so when I received my diagnosis, I was terrified that I might not be around for my boys in the future.

Fortunately, the doctors believed the cancer was localized, which allowed me to undergo surgery that fall, during which half of my left lung was removed. I couldn’t see my boys for the eight days I was in the hospital, as children weren’t allowed in critical care. I didn’t want them to see me hooked up to tubes and machines, nor did I want them to hug me and cause me pain. It was the longest I had ever been away from them.

I returned home just in time for Joshua’s third-grade fall concert, but I missed it. It was heartbreaking to miss a significant milestone in his life, and the months following my surgery were filled with physical pain and emotional struggle. Halloween came and went without me feeling up to trick-or-treating, and I missed out on a lot of activities during my recovery.

Somehow, my amazing husband picked up the slack and took care of our family while I healed. Months passed, and by the time the next school year rolled around, I hardly remembered any of the usual back-to-school preparations. Life had taken on a new normal for us.

Now, as the new school year approaches again, it means something entirely different than it used to. This year, I genuinely don’t care what my boys wear on their first day. I’m not worried about which superhero is on Eli’s thermos or what color Joshua’s lunchbox is. And honestly, if the school supply list calls for sharpened pencils, I might just send them unsharpened, and you know what? The world will keep turning.

I take a deep breath and let it out, because for me, what truly matters is hope. I hope my boys make new friends, excel in their studies, and avoid any trouble this year. But most importantly, I hope to be here next year, sending them off to school once again. I dream of sending them off with new, albeit generic-brand, shoes on their feet and unsharpened pencils tucked away in their slightly crumpled backpacks.

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In summary, my experience has shown me that while back-to-school preparations can seem monumental, it’s the hope for my children’s future that truly matters.