James started school last week and yes, I was a wreck about it. Of course he did fine, he's been looking forward to this all summer. The night before we read The Kissing Hand and I drew a heart on the inside of his hand so he wouldn't forget about me :)
He has to be at school by 7:50 so I got him up at 7 so we didn't have to rush through breakfast. I was picturing this nice, calm breakfast, just James and I, ( because my girls don't usually wake up before 8) but that didn't happen. Instead we were joined by Avery, Mackayla and Hunter (who were staying with us for a few days), it was chaotic.
The whole drive to school I was picturing my little James when he was minutes old and wondering where the heck all this time went. Then I was picturing him in high school and college. I pictured him leaving on his mission, and essentially leaving me. I was thinking about the day he decided it was no longer cool to hug his mom and I couldn't stop the tears. I looked in the rear view mirror at him and he was smiling so big I knew I couldn't make this day sad for him - he was excited and I would be excited for him.
I walked him into the assembly hall (he goes to a Charter school and they all meet together for an assembly before dividing into classes) and he sat with his class. I hugged and kissed him and walked away. I turned around when I got to the door, just to convince myself that he would be fine and he was already talking to the kid next to him. I watched him for a minute and then left. It was an empty drive home.
Good thing I had 4 kids at home to keep me occupied for the next 3 hours and 45 minutes.
I got a huge hug when I picked him up, along with a huge serving of guilt when he informed me that I had forgotten his snack (I had misread the handbook and STILL feel awful about it). We heard all about his exciting day and how he couldn't wait to go back.
I'm glad he's already adjusted to it, now I just need to accept that :)
4 comments:
What a big kid!
Don't feel bad about the snack; half the time they are so busy and haing so much fun that they don't even think about it! Promise!
Darling Nicki, if you aren't the softest-hearted mommy, you must surely be the second-softest-hearted. I cheered and did a dance when Jennie W (directly above) went to HER first day of Kindergarten. (Me: Mean-hearted Mama!)
And, by the way, Jennie went to the same kindergarten in the same school in which her DAD had gone to kindergarten and elementary school - Southfield 10 in Southfield MI! Fortunately the teacher had changed since 35 years before. In fact, I think your Ben went there too. Can't remember. Ask him.
Bless little James! How I LOVE him!
There will never be a day when he is too cool to hug his Mommy! Don't say such things. I think I'm going to bawl!!!
okay, bawling crying over here reading this!!! what a big boy!!! seriously where did the time go?
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