First Day of School
I just dropped the boy off for his first day of school. HUGE milestone in his/my life! And before you ask, no, did not cry. It may seem callous to those of you who tear up during commercials for the Sears Portrait Studio and carry an endless supply of Kleenex in your purses (no offense intended to those of you who do), but I’m just not that girl. I don’t cry often, and especially not in front of my kids. But I will admit it was difficult. The most difficult part was leaving him in the care of someone I don’t know…well actually a lot of someones if you count the whole school administration thing. He was actually excited at one point about going to school, but that quickly faded into “whatever” when we got up this morning, and sunk into something that looked a little like fear mixed with “why the hell are you abandoning me in this weird place” by the time we got to his classroom. It may be part my fault. My endless, “are you excited? make sure you listen to all the grown-ups. are you excited? you’re starting school! are you excited? make sure you tell your teacher if you need to go potty. are you excited? make sure you tell the bus driver you are going to Miss B’s house after school. are you excited? be a good boy. are you excited? ARE YOU EXCITED?!” Really, who can blame the kid when mom is a little bit of a freak!? But he is a trooper, armed with his new yellow folder in his SpongeBob backpack, with his SpongeBob shirt, and third pair of clean underwear (not sure why he felt the need to change three times since last night, but whatever makes him comfortable), and his Spiderman Sketchers, we headed to the school.
When we got to his new classroom, it was “circle time.” Now, I have no idea what “circle time” actually is, or what the goal is, but whatever. All the kids were on the floor…in a circle, of course…with the teacher. The boy took one look at the scene and was instantly opposed to it. The teacher did not get up to meet him (grumble grumble grumble) but did invite him to come sit with the rest of them. He just stared. I gave him a little push and asked if he wanted to go sit…mistake…I should never have posed a question like he had some other option. He calmly looked at me and said, “how about I do something else?” Ha! My little genius doesn’t need no stinking school! After a little coercion, both verbal and physical, he trudged head down and sat next to the teacher. Guessing that was my cue to leave, I shot him a smile and waved, which he returned with a blank stare, also known as his I’m-really-not-happy-about-this-whole-situation-here,-MOM look and I reluctantly walked back to the front of the school with the secretary.
And now I am home, counting the seconds until I can run back (litterally, I could run…the school is about a 1/2 mile from my house) to the school to scoop him back in my arms. My only hope is that his day got exceedingly better after I left…I hope, I hope I hope…
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Thank you for sharing.