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On Thursday, Jack had his first un-official day of kindergarten. Our school district is awesome — they split the kids up into groups of 4 or 5 to go and spend a couple hours with the teacher. The teacher gets to know the kid and assess where they are, the kids have a chance to get used to the classroom and their new teacher. So, good sign number one: Jack went in fine, unlike the meet the teacher day, when he balked four times at the doorway before I could coax him into the classroom, and when we got home, told me all about the funny faces Mr. Walker made. Best of all, when we got home he said, I wish I could live at my school! Then he thought about the ramifications of that for a minute and said, I wish you and me and Daddy could live at my school.
Good sign number two: I made it through leaving my little boy at school without flipping out or weeping. I was, however, filled with a curiosity that threatened to eat me up — for five and a half years, with very few exceptions, I’ve spent every day with him. Every important milestone, discovery, activity, event — I’ve been there to see it. Now here are these two and a half hours and I have NO IDEA what happened. What did he do, how did he act, what happened, what did he think about it? How am I supposed to deal with the lack of input?!?
Poor Jack, I hope he escapes his obsessed momma unscathed. Baby steps, it’s all about the baby steps (for Momma, that is!!) Deep breaths and baby steps….
