Someone could hardly sleep last night in anticipation of today - my boy's first day of first grade! And that someone was me. Ay! With the level of anxiety I was at, you'd a thought it was my first day of school. Why so anxious? I don't know. New school building, new class, new teacher... still feeling unorganized amidst my over-organization. But we pulled it all together and my first grader had a great first day of school. (I won't mention that with the new school everything was completely chaos regarding drop-off and pick-up... other than someday I will re-read this and I remember and then appreciate that we survived it.)
So I thought dropping off Meaghan on her first day was hard, but today rivaled any other drop-off in years past. My baby boy amongst a sea of 750 students and scores of their parents... one person more confused than the next - including the teachers. It was a toughie. But when I saw that other parents we're leaving their children with a kiss and reassuring hug, I felt it necessary to do the same. And so with my sage words of advice and a kiss on the cheek (cuz c'mon, Mom, I'm amongst my peers here), I left him to his day.
Though I might have stalked him as he walked to class with all the other 1st graders, and then peered in a few times while he sat so diligently at his desk, and then leave only after I felt it was obvious I was, well, stalking.
Here's to a wonderful year for a wonderful boy!
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So maybe when my boys were in elementary school, I maybe planned strategically to pass by the playground with a crooked neck just to see if maybe I could catch a glimpse of them to see if maybe they really could function without me for an hour, or two, or six. And I discovered that alas, they could. . .maybe.
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