Seems like I just did this for another boy — the one who is now creeping up on my whopping 5′ 2″-ness. And, sending your little one off only gets slightly easier with each child–though I imagine sending off my last will be tragic (friends, prepare for many blog posts and lots of tears and drama, I’m sure).
Drew was not so happy about this (note the top picture of him literally pushing the camera away). As we were brushing our teeth to leave for school, he said to me as he left the bathroom, “Don’t forget…I hate school.” Off to a great start.
Anticipating going to his class without me, he sat in that gym and gave me a good number of “I am not going”s. I was sympathetic and consoled…for a while. Finally, I just said, “Drew, you don’t have a choice” to which he answered, “I’m the only kid in here who does have a choice.” Really? Interesting.
But, when it was time to head off to class, he didn’t even turn to look back at me (sigh).
After the parents heard all about policies and procedures and how we are no longer allowed to bring in treats for kids’ birthdays because of allergies and childhood obesity, we went back to gather our children. And, go figure, Drew was doing just fine.
I’m thinking his teacher may nix his creative name writing though.
The every-kid-needs-this kindergarten picture. Love how all the little girls wore their pretty dresses for the occasion and my guy was wearing some crazy monster shirt.
A trip to Dunkin’ Donuts to celebrate the day was in order (no childhood obesity issues here). And, somehow, that smile returned. And, I think I even heard him say, “I can’t wait to go to school again.”
Phew.
