Back in May we attended a Kindergarten Here I Come informational meeting at the elementary school. The principal spelled out exactly what was going to happen the first day. The kids will line up, the teacher will take them straight in and shut the door, then he would be there for the parents with a box of tissues and a shoulder to cry on before he sent us on our way. I laughed. Really? Was he serious? I can’t even imagine crying when leaving my son for the first day of school.
Maybe I am an old pro at this since he has been in preschool 4 days a week for the better part of 2 years. But even on his first day of preschool, I didn’t feel like crying. I actually looked at my husband and said “what am I supposed to do now”? I was nervous that he might cry or have a meltdown since he had never been away from us, but he was fine then and he was fine today at his new big boy school. In a “regular” class with “normal” kids. And an IBI aide that we met 5 minutes before the bell rang. Nervous about how he would behave, sure. But crying? Not me.
Mrs. Peck closed the door, M and I looked at each other, shrugged and walked back home discussing what each of us needed to get done in the next 3 1/2 hours.
Yes, I typed WALKED! A glorious 2 1/2 blocks home. Not 3+ miles on a bike pulling the trailer in 100 degree heat. And we will walk every day. Especially considering the cars are parked all the way back to our block for drop off. At least for the first week.
|Two cars parked beyond our block (our house is about 3 houses away on the left)|
So, am I the only parent that didn’t feel like crying on my child’s first day of school? Or am I just an emotionless robot?