So obviously most people are aware that school has started again. I am fortunately so blessed with working with first graders this year! I am so excited to teach these little babies. What I wasn’t anticipating was all the work that is involved with changing grade levels. Blah! So much extra work to be done because it is all new material for me to teach. I love it though. My babies are so adorable (even if they talk too much!) After my first week of school and just loving every day of it I was under so much stress. This triggered my anxiety to go into overdrive. Unfortunately for me, when I am having high anxiety my ability to do positive self talk really falls to the wayside. I had a really hard weekend and many tears were shed. And even now I am not quite back to normal but we will get there.
I know this is a blog about Jameson and his story and so you are probably wondering why I am posting about my stress on here. It is because every time I get high anxiety it brings back all the times I have felt anxious in my life and I relive those feelings all over again. I am probably just being melodramatic but I can’t help the way I feel. I am in such a wonderful place in life and have so many things to be happy about but sometimes it just seems too hard to be happy. Too many things in my past bring me down.
What I really wanted to post about today, instead of continuing Jameson’s story, was to comment on a new school year. I am so excited to be back in the classroom! But as I looked around my school and see all the kids faces I realized something. Those little babies in pre-k are four! Lydia will be starting pre-k next year!! I can’t believe it!!! But what I can’t believe anymore is that those kiddos in pre-k are Jameson’s age. He would be in their class if he was still with us. It is so hard to see those little babies in the hallway holding hands with their teacher knowing my baby will never do this. I look at them every day knowing they are in such good hands of our wonderful pre-k teacher and seeing how absolutely adorable they are. And everyday it breaks my heart a little. That could be my little boy causing trouble in the hallway or playing with his friends nicely at recess. That could be him. But it’s not and it will never be.
October 15 Jameson would have turned 5. My favorite age. Pre-k and kindergarten age. I just love it. They are so full of excitement about everything! So many questions, so full of curiosity, so full of energy. And my sweet baby boy will never do that. He won’t ever get to play on the playground and try to make new friends.
This is so hard for me. That’s probably why I haven’t posted in awhile. Ha, one of my goals at therapy is finishing a task. Because I am known for not finishing what I started. But telling Jameson’s story is so hard because I know the way it ends. I guess I’m not ready just yet to tell the whole thing.