That would have been nice, had that been the way Connor approached his first day of school. But it was more akin to Waco sans gun fire. Bright and early at 6:30 we woke the C-Man up, and fought him tooth and nail to get dressed. I threw his back pack on him, handed him a Capri Sun and off to school we went!
Half asleep and rearing to go!
We loaded everyone in the car, and headed to Carmelite. I know every Mom I have ever dealt with/talked to reflects on their kiddo’s first day of school as being so hard for them- that they could not stop crying. I joined that club, hard. I couldn’t look at Connor the whole way to school without bursting into tears. We pulled into the parking lot and I sobbed. Connor chirped from the back seat “No sad Moma! No sad! Es okay!” which naturally made me cry even harder. Tears streamed down as I made him stand in front of his school for his token “1st day” picture. People. Were. Starring.
I sucked it up, grabbed his hand- and we walked inside to find his classroom. One of his teachers, Janet, showed him where his cubby was and where to hang up his back pack. Mike and I stood on the sidelines and watched our baby become a kiddo. Tears were a flowin’ again. Janet introduced herself to us- and then I started to recognize her a little. Janet, or the lady I called Mrs. Kerr, was the same teacher assistant I had when I was in kindergarten- and now she was Connor’s teacher. Small world. That made me feel a little better, although it made Janet feel horribly old. Connor and I walked around and introduced him to the other kids in his class. There was a little girl, who was not to happy about leaving Mom, standing in the corner boo-hooing. Connor walked up and asked her what her name was. He came galloping back and told me, she was Kelsey- and she was sad-like Moma. Sad face. I told Connor that Kelsey was a little scared to be away from her Mommy, and he ran up and gave her a big bear hug. Kelsey giggled and all was well. Mike and I took this distraction as a time to slip out the door, before I broke down in tears again. I blew him a kiss, and he was off on his first day.
All day long, Michael got emails from me saying “I want to go get him”, “Do you think they would care if I came and just watched him all day?”, “What if he gets sad, and I’m not there. You know, because we abandoned him?”, “I think it would be okay if I went to go see him.”- to the point poor Michael almost lost his mind.
At the end of the day I hopped in the car, more excited than I have been in years. I bounced up and down the whole way driving to go get him. I cut off old people and cripples a like on the highway- I was on a mission.
I get to his school, and find all the kiddos playing outside in the sand boxes. He found me first, screamed “MOMA!!!” and gave me the same look I give him when he wanders off in the grocery store and I finally find him. He jumped spider monkey style on me, and asked if he could go home now. He was dirty, sweaty, smelled like boy, and was thrilled to exhaustion. He had a great day- made a lot of new friends, and slept REALLY WELL last night.
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