We also got some news concerning Landon's school year. He starts in 15 days. I had originally signed him up for D track which doesn't start til Aug, but apparently all the other parents had the same frame of mind as I did and well... now we have our last summer vacation before school and it's only 2 weeks. Booo on that. He is totally excited for this. I on the other hand am completely stressing myself out about it. I feel "mama bear" mode creeping in. For those that aren't educated in "mama bear" mode, it's basically that instinct you get when someone is mean to your kid, or your kid gets hurt, etc. My anxiety stems from having to leave him alone with a complete stranger for 4 hours and trust that they will be attentive to his needs and educate him properly so that he can be ready for the rest of his educational career. Heavy right? Worst case scenario: I hate his teacher and there are bullies in the class that take advantage of his awesomely friendly personality. In that instance, I will execute "mama bear" mode.
With his first piece of school mail.
Might I add that it was totally weird to see a letter addressed as, To: The parents of Landon Sanchez. I couldn't stop staring at it. Also to add, the letter that the school sent home said that he was to start "Wednesday, July 5th." Only one problem with that. There is NO Wednesday July 5th. Hopefully this little mistake doesn't reflect on the type of education he'll be receiving from our stellar school system. Which from what I understand, this particular elementary school is actually pretty good.. whew!
In other news, my dear Grandpa Jake is now resting at home. He was told by the doctors that he has 2 months to live. It's been really hard seeing him like this. I never know what to do as I've never had to see anyone wither away and die before my eyes. I don't really know what to say to him or do. The last time I went to see him practically the whole family was there to discuss care rotations for him and helping him to feel as little as possible since he is in so much pain. That's when it hit me and I started to cry. I was able to hid it behind my hair and turn away because the kids were there and I didn't want to freak them out. They were able to see him a little bit, but it was probably their last time. All they know is that he is my grampa and that he is sick. I pray everyday that he gets stronger but each time I see him he's weaker. So now I pray to be able to see him again.
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