New Kindergarten Mommy Syndrome

So...I'm pretty sure New Kindergarten Mommy Syndrome (NKMS) doesn't officially exist, but it should, and I'm pretty sure I've got it. In fact, I think this may be inspiration for the book I've always wanted to write. I should probably get to work while I'm in the fullest throws of it's maniacal grasp.

In the meantime, our...er...Charlie's teacher is...Mrs. Punzalan AND Mrs. Grey. Yes, two. How lucky are we to be in the classroom with 2 teachers?!? Mrs. Gray teaches Monday and Tuesday, and Mrs. Punzalan teaches Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. A good many of my fellow afflicted parents are none too happy about the whole idea. I, however, think it's fantastic! My child is blessed to have teachers who are not nearly as burned out as any of the others. Yay, us I say!

All seems so rosy for me to be truly suffering this dreadful case of NKMS you say? Ha! You should have seen me up until about 24 hours ago. I would have told you to run to your nearest financial advisor and double up on your shares if Tissue.

"So what changed?" you ask.

Yoga.

"What?" you say.

Yoga.

"Did you go to a marathon day of yoga classes?" you ask.

No, I did not even go to one yoga class today. In fact, it's summer. The kids are out of school and I haven't had a chance to go to yoga in months.

"Uh, your crazy is showing," you say.

Yes, it was. That's for sure. My house is museum clean to prove it. (My crazy cleans. My husband thinks that's super cool.) But, I'm better now, thanks to yoga.

Yoga teaches us to keep our focus in the present. Our minds cause us all sorts of grief drifting to the past and to the future. But that's not where we are. We are here - in now.

And you know what? Right now, I'm fine. Charlie's fine. We're all okay. My mind tried to go hurdling off faster than a dust cloud in the Big Bang, but I breathe. I resist with all my might and drag it back here - to now. Right now we're all okay.

And, it gets better.

"I'm sure it does," you say rolling your eyes. (And if you're not rolling your eyes, you're amazing. I'd be rolling my eyes.)

It does!

I discovered I need a lot more yoga classes because I am about as good at staying in the present as a 2 year old is at impulse control. And in one of those sub-par yoga practioner moments I started to worry again about problems that might crop up. For the most part this particular mental voyage ends with me muttering, "You hurt my kid, I'll find your Mommy." (Violent, huh? I know, I know...I was probably related to Ghandi in some past life.) But anyway, what was also a very clear image is that I am great at handling problems.

Imaginative problems...well, with those I'm about the worst. But give me a real life, in the now problem - I rock!

So...I will try to stay in the now. (It's much more comfortable.) And if something comes up - I'll handle it.

Here's to a successful first day of Kinder, (for Charlie, and myself) a new book and heaven help me, an end to my battle with New Kindergarten Mommy Syndrome.