Kindergarten is the modern world’s dunk tank into cold, hard reality. One day, you’re sleeping til you’re done, eating a lazy breakfast, and getting dressed when the mood strikes. The next day you’re ripping yourself out of bed, being blinded by the rise of curtains and shovelling down food in an attempt to provide sustenance before the bell rings.
In the days leading up to this moment, all I could think about was how the hell I would ever get the Queen of Stall Tactics to school on time. I’ve been ruminating on that point since about May, back when we learned school would start at the ungodly hour of eight o’clock in the morning. I imagine it was my brain’s way of creating a diversion from the actual task at hand: letting go.