“Mama, I can’t be hakuna matata today.” He said.
Hakuna Matata is Swahili for “There are no worries”. If you’ve seen “The Lion King” you probably already knew that.
The first week of kindergarten was wonderful. The twins loved it. They both love their teachers, they were enjoying the bus, they were learning new things and making new friends.
Then the second week of kindergarten came along and the stress set in.
Claudia didn’t know where to put her Tuesday folder and she is freaking out because it is too hard to open up the bag of pretzels that I sent for snack.*
Ian has a coloring project at school that he doesn’t think he will be able to finish before the back to school night.
Claudia is worried because she can’t read as well as her new best friend.
Ian is sad because the big kid next door that plays with him made some friends that are his own age and now Ian falls through the cracks.
Claudia is stressed out about the bus. She says he doesn’t drive fast enough and she is late to school every day.
Now I can’t be hakuna matata either.
Even if you ignore the fact that with the kids gone six hours a day I still can’t seem to get anything done, now I have to spend time worrying about the fact that my babies are distressed.
I too am distressed.
Maybe Venus is in retrograde. Maybe I need to up my medication. Maybe it is just the massive changes that happens when children make the transition from pre-school to elementary school. I don’t know, but I know I can’t be hakuna matata.
* We solved this problem. I removed all of the pretzels (that I paid extra money to buy in single serving packaging) and put them into a baggie. She can open those.