No, seriously. Yesterday I was flipping the fuck out over my son going to kindergarten. I flashed back to all of the shit times I had when I was in school and projected that onto his experience. I took the slightest comments about how he acted and blew it majorly out of proportion. I had myself convinced that the poor child was gonna get kicked out of school on his first day. I was beating myself up for being a horrible mother who didn’t properly prepare her child for school.
Today, with the help of some anxiety medication I should’ve been taking but wasn’t, the vast majority of that feeling is gone. Yes, I’m still worried about my baby, but it’s down to a level where I can actually function. My mind is no longer a twisted landscape of regret, guilt, and anxiety. I can take a step back and remind myself that this is only his second day in school. Ever. It’s gonna take some time for him to adjust, but he will. I will be just fine and so will my son. I just have to make sure to take my damn medicine.