I have three kiddos, ages 13, 11, and .6. And although this shouldn’t be surprising, one of the things I have found so incredible about parenting is how different each of my experiences have been with them in the school setting. Specifically, Kindergarten as my youngest started this year. I can remember how worried and anxious I was about sending my oldest to Kindergarten; would she make friends, would she be safe, would she be happy? I thought about those types of questions over and over and over. Now, when my youngest had his first day of Kindergarten, I gave him a big hug and kiss (and maybe shed a tear knowing he is my last one), and sent him on his way. I knew that he would make friends. I knew that he would be as safe as he possibly could be in a school setting, and I knew he would be happy. I also knew that if for any reason he didn’t make friends, wasn’t safe or wasn’t happy, well then, we’d figure it out. Because as a parent, that is what you are constantly doing. Figuring it out. It’s like juggling, except instead of having three balls in the air, you have fifty. Sometimes you drop one (or two, or three), sometimes you do a spin move and catch one behind your back; but at the end of the day, you know that as long as you are trying, you will figure it out. And if you don’t, there’s always tomorrow. So although more kiddos, means more balls up in the air, more experience as a parent also means having a greater understanding of what to expect and a confidence in yourself that you are capable.