The phone rang only once before someone on the other end picked up.
GAH! Main Office?
I hadn’t called a Main Office since high school. Panic overwhelmed me and I realized why I was calling, the weight of it heavy in my throat, I forgot my name, felt tears sting my eyes, and couldn’t find my words.
So I hung up.
Staring down at the phone I paused and took a deep breath. I hadn’t even spoken to someone and I was visibly shaken, anxious, and seriously in need of a zanax.
But I should be!
My daughter is starting kindergarden in September and I have to register her.
Part of me.
Looking at the phone I willed myself to pick it up and dial the number back, knowing that the school has call display and would be able to see that I was the crazy mo fo who just hung up on them.
Again I lost my name.
But I was able to get out the reason for my call and that I actually had a daughter.
I might have disclosed too much information but the woman on the other end was kind, took the time to de-escalte the situation, and assured me I wasn’t the only parent who required a paper bag and med’s in order to send their child off to school for the first time.
She also told me I had until March to register her.
I had time.
But what was that I was feeling? It wasn’t nausea, and it wasn’t the anxiety I was used to feeling in the pit of my stomach.
It was excitement.
I knew my daughter was ready and she would be thrilled to learn she was just a tiny bit closer to going to school, riding on a bus, and meeting new friends.
She’s so ready.
And if I think about it…. so am I.