There’s a lot to be anxious about these days, what with August looming and the end of our Early Intervention years. I’m in the midst of completing IEP paperwork, so this is utmost in my mind tonight. There are diagnoses and new terms being bandied about. There is talk that a little yellow school bus (well, two) will be pulling up to our house and that I will actually let my boys board them without me, off to a pretty lengthy school day. Lengthy for, hello, a three-year-old. I am also told that they will come to love this part of their day, the school bus pulling up, the very RIDE itself. I can’t fathom their days away from me for that long. If I dwell and try to visualize what our typical day will look like (I gently wake them up, feed them a hearty breakfast, help them get dressed, beep-beep, up on the bus, wave goodbye with a tear in my eye…mom all alone…? mom all alone?!), I feel something akin to both panic and glee. How will they manage without their mother? What will I do with all this time!