First Day of School-Kindergarten

I knew it was coming. I mean, we've been talking it up all Summer. However, as Summer days started to dwindle-the word "Kindergarten" would bring tears to my eyes almost imediately. It was a little embarassing-I could get about 2 sentences out and then needed to change the subject. I don't know if it was Abram going out into the big, wide, world without me. Maybe it's the "all day" thing. I just got use to the idea of half day Kindergarten, telling myself it would be like everyday preschool-and preschool I could handle. That day, no joke, my friend who teaches fifth grade sends me a text that she had heard next year would be all day. My baby, overnight had turned into a five year old and he was going to be in school all day.

The first day was this past Friday and I was a little worried I would give Abram and anxiety disorder because every five seconds "THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST DAY EVER! YOU ARE SO BIG!" came out of my mouth. Now I know, those words were being said to comfort myself as much as they were to comfort him. And just as we were walking up to the school, a girl from church who is a fifth grader walked up to us and smiled warmly at Abram, took his hand and followed us into the building. It was so sweet and perfect, just the calming we all needed and they were able to chat until they had to seperate so she could go to her hallway. We walked to his classroom and I could tell he was nervous, but he smiled and hung up his things.




Funny that I got this picture of how he may have felt.....

But he put on a brave face......

He was happy to be there and we left, and I didn't cry. I think it's because I was there to walk him in and make sure he got to his seat. I will be able to walk him in again, on his next staggered day. It'll be the day when I drop him off and watch him walk into the building on his own that I will lose it. I can feel it coming.

He liked school, but was worried he "disappointed his teacher" because she looked like she had a "disappointed face" when he was having trouble following directions. Abram kept saying, "Mom, I really didn't know what I was doing! I really didn't!" I felt he was being genuine, and I started to worry. Upon lengthy, dragging out the whole story, while wondering if the first email needed to be sent, he explained. His version is this, he was supposed to color and picture, then draw himself.....and he didn't. He colored the apple, but didn't draw himself. I held back the laughter. "Sooooo, it sounds like you were having trouble following directions." I said, then asked, "You know how you can fix that?" He looked at me wide eyed like I was about to give him the world's biggest secret to success. "Do what your teacher asks."

Here's to hoping that he isn't already labeled, and that this won't be a long year.