Yesterday was my son's first day of Kindergarten. My husband, being the wonderful father that he is, went in late to work so that we could make this a Family Event. It should be a Family Event.
Last week we had a Meet the Teacher Day and we went to the school to meet her. She made a great first impression and we were really excited for school to begin. After we were dismissed we took my son back to the front gate of the school and asked my son to find his way back to his classroom. He did it perfectly.
Fast forward to yesterday, the first day of school. We parked and walked my son through the gate to his building and that was that. He took his backpack, his lunch bag and took off like a shot, navigating through the halls, making his way through a sea of nervous, scared parents and children. By the time we made it to his classroom he was already inside. Since we are not allowed in the classroom we had to poke our heads in to ask for a kiss goodbye.
Boy was that anticlimactic!
Today was the second day of Kindergarten and my son insisted that I go through the drop-off line so that he could walk in all by himself. Next week I won't have a choice. Only students can pass through the gate. So I reluctantly did what he asked.
I thought that they would have "walkers" there to help the little ones find their way. I was told that they would. But what insane parent would let their Kindergartner go in on their own? Uh...that would be me. So I sat there in my car watching his little body lug his school gear through those gates and that was that.
Apparently, my husband and I have done our jobs and prepared him for Kindergarten. Wasn't someone supposed to prepare me?
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3 comments:
obviously you did your job well. I have a 2 1/2 year old can't wait for her to begin school.You should be proud.
I can so relate to what you are going through.. last year with my sons first day of school I was a mess and he was the stoic one... I live really close to the school so I was there at recess peering through the chain link fence trying to see if I could see him and if he was alright. There should be some warning to the parents that its often more traumatizing to us then anyone else.
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I remember my youngest ones first day (she is almost 17 now), I felt so lost without her on that first day. But oh, the fun stories she told me when she came back home. :)
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